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The pen flows.

Kristen remembers the story of a house that burned down. A mother and her daughter were killed by a fire set by the husband. Kristen imagines why. A rewrite of history. Now, the mother and daughter were having an incestuous affair.

The husband walked in and caught them.

The house has since been rebuilt, but there have always been rumors of hauntings. Now, it’s driven out the new owners. For a year, the house has lain empty, everyone whispering about its contents. Kristen knows just who to investigate it.

There’s a brother and sister pair that investigates hauntings on YouTube.

The Ghost Duo.

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Chip Carpenter

I was at my desk, researching our next video. There were lots of haunted houses, but to find one that one of the big shows hadn’t done was hard. The lesser-known ones were what we specialized in investigating.

Not that there were ghosts, but it was fun doing some urban exploring, and the views were killing it. Our Patreon was making us bank. We had sponsors. We might be the next History Channel show at this rate.

“How about this house in Maine?” Dahlia asked. My sister was lounging in a chair, her feet thrust over the side, and researching on her phone. “It’s called Skull House.”

I snorted in laughter, but… “That name will sell. Let me see.” I did a Google search. “Huh, people see floating skulls. Old house. Colonial. Yes, this is it. We’re doing it.”

“I love going to Maine,” she said. “Such beautiful country. Plus, the Steven King connection. It’ll do gangbusters.”

I nodded, eager for the money that would flow in.

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Chip and Dahlia decide Ghost Duo’s next case will be the Burnt House in Washington State. They’re intrigued by the backstory, even if it’s not an old house.

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Chip Carpenter

“Let’s see, it’s a two-day drive to Maine,” I said, opening up our spreadsheet that contained our schedule. “We film for two nights and edit in the Hotel. Skull House can be up in a…” I blinked. “It’s a three-day drive to get to Burnt House. This story is great. And we have a mystery here. Why did the husband burn down the house and kill his wife and daughter?”

“Ooh, and the rumors of the ghosts driving people to flee the house,” said Dahlia. “There’s going to be fodder.”

“We’ll have to uncover the truth,” said Chip. “I think this is a two-parter at least.”

“Def,” Dahlia said and rose. “Better get packing. Let’s get an early start.”

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Ghost Duo drives out to the house. In three days, they’ve arrived. They have a busy shoot. Gathering B-roll. Going to the library to read old newspapers. Digging into the facts before they go to the actual house itself.

They’ll have to break in, of course, but that’s Ghost Duo’s schtick. They’re willing to do anything to uncover the truth.

And they will, the just have no idea how naughty the truth is, or what it’ll do to their relationship.

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Dahlia Carpenter

We slipped into the house before sunset. A realtor had given us a tour earlier, allowing us to get the layout and make our plans. I left the backdoor unlocked so we just had to slip in. We carried in our gear from the car. It took a few trips.

We had to set up the cameras, and then connect them to the computer we set up in the living room. It was a house built in the fifties. It didn’t have an open floor plan. It was quaint. Two stories and a basement. Bad wiring, so that would make the EMF meters go crazy.

People would think ghosts when it was really just unshielded copper wiring carrying electricity.

The sun was still up, so it wasn’t time to start, but we had all the cameras rolling. There would be a sped-up montage of us setting it up. I headed down the hallway to the master bedroom and looked around. Through the open window, the sun set.

I was about to leave when I felt something. A presence. I shivered and turned around.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

On the bed was a young woman lying naked on her back. She had round breasts and sandy-blonde hair. She squeezed her thighs around an older woman’s head. The older woman, a MILF with a plump rump, had her platinum-blonde hair spilled over the girl’s thighs as she ate her out.

“Oh, oh, Mommy!” the girl moaned.

“M-mommy?” I gasped, this wave of heat washing through me. I squirmed there in my jeans, my pussy soaking my thong. “What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?”

They ignored me.

“Oh, oh, eat my pussy, Mommy!” the girl moaned. “Please, please, eat me.”

My eyes widened. That was… Lavender Baker on the bed, the daughter. She looked like she did in her faded yearbook picture. So that must be Agnes Baker, the mother. But… but… what the fuck? Ghosts weren’t real, so why was I seeing this?

I wanted to back out of the room, but the incestuous lovemaking was hypnotic. The girl squirmed on the bed, only it didn’t creak. It was a show bed, the house furnished by the realty agent. There was no impression the girl left in the mattress. No indent. This was insane.

“Oh, oh, I love it when you eat me out, Mommy!” the ghost of Lavender moaned.

“Mmm, you’re just so yummy,” cooed the spirit of Mrs. Baker. “Such a delicious cunt!”

“Mommy!” squealed the teenager. She was sixteen when she died. “Don’t stop licking me, Mommy! I want to cum. I want to drown you!”

I swallowed. This was so crazy. I wanted to see that. I did. This heat burned through me. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared in awe at the incestuous tableau before me. It couldn’t be real.

It was, though.

So real.

My cheeks blazed with the heat of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I loved watching the sight. The licking. The lapping. It was just so good to witness that. My hands fanned my face at the kinky sight.

The moans were so good. I could smell pussy. The tart and sweet aromas filled my nose. Mrs. Baker’s blonde bush dripped with her cream as she devoured her daughter. My own cunt burned. I wanted to masturbate, and yet…

“This is happening,” I groaned. “This is really happening.”

I pinched my cheek. Pain flared.

The scene stayed.

Real ghosts were before me, and they were having sex. This was insane. Insane and so fucking hot. The daughter trembled, her round boobs jiggling. I ran a finger through my dyed-purple hair, my hips wiggling back and forth in my jean skirt. My hands then rested on my bare belly. I wore a sexy top.

Chip didn’t insist, but he definitely was thrilled when I had my tits almost out for the views.

My nipples were so hard. My pussy so wet. The girl moaned louder and louder. She had to be close to cumming. She humped her pussy against her mother’s lips. Her head tossed back and forth. Her hands gripped her boobs. She massaged them.

“Mommy, yes!” she squealed.

I knew she was cumming.

Her mother purred, drowning in her daughter’s cream. The woman licked it up, feasting on her little girl. I had sex with a girl before. I knew what it was like to have delicious juices gushing from that yummy snatch.

The mother was in heaven. So was the girl. She tossed her head, bucking on the bed that didn’t move or creak. She slid her fingers up her tits to pinch her nipples as she moaned through her orgasm. My heart thundered in my chest.

“Oh, that was so good, Mommy,” the girl said and sat up.

“Mmm, it was,” cooed Mrs. Baker. She lifted her face from her daughter’s pussy and rose up to kiss her.

Before their lips met, Lavender’s spirit glanced at me and smiled in invitation to join them.

Heat exploded through me along with fear. I spun around and ran out of the room, screaming.

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Chip Carpenter

We were all set up. The cameras were recording. The sun would be going down. I liked it to be fully dark before we did our “investigations” so we could use thermal and night vision. Make things spookier.

Dahlia screamed.

“What?” I gasped and glanced at the screen.

There she was running down the hallway. She was at the stairs. I shot my gaze to the right to see her running down them, her purple hair flying behind her. She ran right to me. Why was she starting so early? And why was she so panicked?

She threw herself into me, clinging to me and trembling in fear.

“What?” I asked.

“G-ghosts!” she stammered. “There are g-ghosts!”

I frowned. Was this for the camera? I mean, we had “seen” “ghosts” before.

“They are real ghosts!” she gasped, clinging to me. “Full-body apparitions that were having sex on the bed in the master bedroom. Lesbian sex. The mother and the daughter.”

“What?” I asked, my heart pounding. “You saw them?”

“Yes!” Dahlia gasped. “I watched them. Look at the cameras!”

I found the one for the master bedroom. There was nothing there. I reversed time and… There was a pair of women kissing naked. They melted away after a moment. Just vanished. My heart lurched. I rewound it back farther and…

Yes, yes, they appeared suddenly. My sister watched them having sex for about five minutes, and they vanished after she ran out. My sister trembled behind me. I glanced at her and grinned. She was breathing heavily.

“This is fucking it,” I said. “I mean, we’ll have to censor this shit, but… That’s real ghosts. We captured fucking real ghosts. This is huge!”

“They’re real, Chip,” whimpered Dahlia.

“And that means we’re going to make so much fucking money.” I smiled at her. “Look at what we captured. We just have to get more. We have to split up. Start exploring.”

She trembled, still afraid, but… “How much?”

“Millions,” I said. “Fucking millions.”

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Dahlia Carpenter

We would make fucking millions. That thought rippled through my mind as I moved through the dark house with the EMF detector clicking away. That was to be expected since there was power still connected to the house.

Just bring it near a wall, and the wiring would make it go off, tricking the gullible.

I reached a side bedroom. It had a bed in the middle and nothing else. A children’s room. I swept around it, a few clicks, nothing major. The GoPro I wore on a headband captured it all. I turned to leave.

The EMF went wild. The line of diodes shot through the greens, into the yellows, and at the reds at the far end. I never had such a strong reading. I spun around to find a dresser was now in the room that was rocking back and forth.

Lavender leaned against it while her mother was going down on her. Just eating her out again. That woman loved pussy. I smiled at the sight, knowing the cameras would capture all of this. It was just so wild that this was true.

Maybe, I should touch them to prove they were there. If I could.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” roared behind me.

I jumped and spun around to find a big man in a flannel shirt and jeans. He had a mullet and a close-trimmed beard. A bear of a man. It was Kevin Baker, the man who killed his wife and daughter before burning them all in the house.

“Daddy!” gasped Lavender.

I glanced back to see Lavender rushing toward me. She threw herself into me. Warmth blazed through me. I gasped as the heat boiled through my veins, my pussy nearly convulsing. I swayed in confusion.

Lust blazed so hot in me.

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With the ghost of Lavender inside of her, Dahlia runs to her brother.

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Chip Carpenter

I moved through the lower part of the house. I’d love to see some ghosts indulging in lesbian incest. I had the EMF detector in my hand. It was chipping away slightly. I moved through the kitchen, talking quietly.

Footsteps thudded down the stairs.

“Something’s happening,” I said for the cameras. “Something’s coming.”

The EMF went crazy, almost buzzing in my hand. I had never seen it go that high. My sister burst into the kitchen a moment later, her GoPro on her forehead. That was all she had on. She was naked beside that, her round tits bouncing. Gold glinted amid her pussy folds.

My sister had a pierced clit?

Before my brain could really understand why she was naked, Dahlia threw her arms around my neck like earlier.

“The ghosts can’t—”

Her lips cut off my words. She kissed me. My sister was making out with me. What the fuck? My cock twitched at that sudden event. I wasn’t into shit like this. Confusion washed through me. Why was Dahlia doing something like this?

Then she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees before me, her hands attacking my fly. I aimed my camera in my left hand down at her, my jaw dropping. She yanked my pants down, then my boxers. My cock flopped out.

“What the fuck are you doing, Dahlia?” I gasped.

My sister swallowed my cock.

Pleasure shot through me at her incestuous action. My jaw dropped. This could not be real. My sister couldn’t be sucking on my dick, but she was. She nursed on me with that wonderful mouth. Her tongue swept around me.

“What are you doing, Dahlia?” I groaned. “Shit, you’re… This… I’m your brother!”

She just moaned around my dick. I was recording this. Recording her blowing me. My dick twitched. This was so insane, but it felt so good. My sister bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my rod.

I groaned, my toes curling in my shoes. She moaned around my dick. She suckled on me with all that she had. That was such a nice thing to experience. I couldn’t help but notice how good it felt to have her nursing hard on me. She swirled her tongue around my dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned. “You’re… Shit, that’s good. That’s so good, Dahlia. Fuck, my sister is blowing me. This has to be… something. Ghost shit! Oh, yes!”

She swirled her tongue around my cock. She knew how to suck on a dick. I groaned as she blew me. She suckled and slurped on me. I loved how this felt. It was so wrong, which only made this so right. I rushed toward my climax.

The pressure built at the tip of my dick. That need to explode built and built with her hungry mouth. She suckled on me with all that she had. I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. She felt so good doing that to me.

“Yes, yes, that’s good,” I groaned. “Please, please, don’t stop. Keep sucking on me. Keep slurping on my dick, Dahlia, because…”

Her tongue danced around the crown of my dick. Pleasure shot down to my aching nuts.

“Fuck!”

I erupted.

I flooded my sister’s mouth with my cum. She gulped it down. I groaned, my nuts twitching as my cock pulsed. I fired blast after blast of my spunk into Dahlia’s mouth. The cameras recorded while the taboo ecstasy slammed through me.

Stars flashed across my vision as she gulped down blast after blast of cum. My nuts twitched as I enjoyed this moment. She nursed on me, working out every drop of spunk I had. I grunted, flooding her with all that I had.

“Shit, Dahlia!” I groaned as I erupted a last time.

She whimpered and slid her lips off my cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She collapsed limp at my feet. I panted there, so shocked by what just happened. Then a girl with sandy-blonde hair rose out of her body.

The ghost of Lavender.

“Fuck,” I groaned at the sight of the nubile girl.

She fled.

I yanked up my pants and chased after the apparition. She rushed up the stairs. I raced up after her, but she was gone. I reached the top floor, my heart hammering me. I ran down the hallway to the master bedroom. My heart pounded hard.

It was empty. I went to the bathroom. I looked around in there.

“Fuck me, Mommy!” squealed from behind me.

I spun around to find Lavender kneeling on the bed with her mother behind her. The busty Mrs. Baker wore a strap-on dildo that she pressed through her daughter’s blonde bush. My jaw dropped as I watched the fake dick plow into Lavender’s pussy.

I couldn’t look away as the mother’s tits bounced. I groaned at the sight of them heaving as she fucked her daughter’s cunt. She buried into the teen’s cunt. Lavender moaned, her smaller breasts swaying beneath her.

My cock was still so fucking hard. I hadn’t really pulled up my pants properly. It thrust out before me. I gripped my cock and jacked off with one hand, filming with my GoPro strapped to my head and the camera in my hand. This was so hot.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” boomed behind me.

I gasped and turned around to find a burly and angry man in flannel rushing at me. I gasped as he grabbed me. No, he swept into me. I gasped as I dropped the camera in my hand, this burning heat sweeping through me.

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Dahlia Carpenter

I tasted cum in my mouth. I shook my head. I remembered being possessed by Lavender. She had run down the stairs and started sucking my brother’s cock because… She thought he was her father? Was that correct? I shook my head, confused by this entire situation.

I pushed myself up when I heard a roar upstairs. Footsteps boomed. That was the father. I pushed myself up to my feet. I was naked. Lavender had stripped me naked before running down here to suck my brother off.

Footsteps thudded down the stairs. Was that Chip?

Then Mrs. Baker appeared. She ran right at me. I gasped, but the ghost was on me. She was in me, the warmth engulfing me. I stepped back, shaking my head. Fear washed through me. I backed away from the stairs, Mrs. Baker possessing me.

My brother appeared naked, his cock thrusting out hard. Only I could tell that wasn’t him.

“What the fuck, Agnes?” he boomed. “Why would you do that with our daughter?”

“I… I…” Agnes kept backing up. “You were supposed to be gone another day.”

“I pushed to come home early to see my family,” he growled, advancing on me.

I hit the dining table. My heart pounded in my chest as my brother advanced, Kevin’s rage burning in his eyes. Mrs. Baker whimpered. I couldn’t do anything. I was a passenger in this. I just had to watch.

“I don’t know how it happened,” she said, and suddenly my brother had a gun in his hand. A snub-nose revolver. “I… I… She just… She came onto me. Said she was lonely without you around and… and..”

“She was mine!” my brother roared with the ghost’s gravely voice. He aimed the pistol at me. Us. “She was all mine! She told me so! That she needed to comfort me because you were terrible to her. And you were fucking her! Doing… unnatural things with our daughter! She was mine! Just mine! She told me so! And you… You… You cheated on me with her! She cheated on me with you!”

“Cheated?” Mrs. Baker said through me. “You… You and her… You were…?”

“Yes!” he roared. “When you were at church. At your fucking bake sales. I was on the road for days, and I would come home to you being gone, too! She was there for me!”

“She was there for me,” Mrs. Baker whispered. “Gone for ten, twelve days. Sometimes longer.”

He pulled the trigger.

The gun barked.

I screamed in my body, expecting the bullet to hit me, but there was no bullet. The gun fired again and again, but this wasn’t real. They didn’t harm my body. He fired all five shots. The revolver fell from his hand as he stared at me.

“She was your lover,” he whispered.

“She was your lover,” his wife answered.

He shook his head, the gun falling from his hand. This wasn’t what had happened. The police report said he shot his wife once and his daughter three times. I could see her ghost watching from behind him.

“I came home early to see you both.” Tears spilled down my brother’s cheeks as the ghost cried. “And to see you both betraying me while I was out on the road, fucking exhausted from driving sixteen or more hours a day, day after day. In the rain. The storms. And… and… You were just loving each other. You didn’t need me.”

“We needed you,” Mrs. Baker whispered through me. “Oh, Kevin, we missed you so much. That’s how… That’s how this… this happened. It was all so twisted. I never wanted to hurt you, and…”

“What did I do?” groaned Kevin. “Oh, God, I killed you both. I murdered you. Why did I do that?”

“Because we hurt you,” Mrs. Baker said and moved us closer. My heart broke for them.

“That’s no excuse,” he muttered, broken. “And we’ve been trapped. I’ve been catching you over and over again. So angry. I’m always so angry.”

“I know,” whispered Mrs. Baker through me. She cupped my brother’s face. Then I was kissing my brother. He was kissing me.

The daughter watched, smiling.

Then it wasn’t Mrs. Baker kissing her husband, it was me kissing my brother. The ghosts melted out of us as we were both naked. His cock throbbed against me. This rush of heat swept through me as our tongues danced.

It was just so wild. I needed him. He needed me. I groaned as he pushed me back. I hit the table. I sat on it. Beside us, the husband thrust into his wife. He fucked her as my brother pressed his dick into my pussy.

He penetrated me.

I groaned as we kissed. He fucked me while Kevin fucked his wife because… the possession was still going, but in a new way. One where my brother and I were acting with the same love and passion the Bakers had for each other.

My brother’s cock felt so right in my pussy.

Like it was meant for us to be one flesh.

I moaned, kissing him with passion as his bush pressed into my shaved pussy lips. He drew back his cock. I groaned, clamping down on him. I loved his girth in me. That felt so perfect. It was just wonderful to have all that dick in me. He slammed back into me.

I made out with my brother as he fucked my pussy. It felt so right to be one flesh with him. I groaned as he fucked me like this. He buried into me with all that he had. I loved it. I was so glad to have that big dick burying into me with everything that he had.

My pussy clamped down on his dick. It was a beautiful thing. I moaned into his lips as he fucked me so hard. So fast. He buried into me with all this incestuous passion. It was so right to have him in my pussy.

I was so glad to have him fucking me like this.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Oh, oh, yes!”

Mrs. Baker cried out the same time.

“Fuck me!” we both moaned. “Oh, oh, fuck me so hard!”

“Yes!” growled my brother and Mr. Baker, the pair of them fucking both of us. “Take it!”

I took my brother’s cock, reveling in that incestuous shaft plowing to the hilt in me. The pleasure spilled from my pussy. Every thrust into my cunt felt so good. I would have such a wonderful orgasm. I could not wait to cum so hard on him.

I squeezed my cunt down on his dick. He groaned as he fucked into me with so much force. He plowed into me with all that passion. My pussy melted around him. I whimpered in delight. His hand slid up and squeezed my round tits.

Mr. Baker massaged Mrs. Baker’s large tits.

Heavy nuts slapped into my taint. My pussy melted around that amazing dick. I was so glad to be one with him. I missed him so much. I groaned, my back arching. He played with my tits as he buried into me again and again.

“Oh, my god!” I moaned with Mrs. Baker. “Take me! Oh, oh, don’t stop!”

“Never!” growled my brother and Mr. Baker.

They fucked us hard. Our pussies clamped down on their dicks. We both tossed our heads, moaning like sluts. Our cunts melted around their pistoning rods. Pleasure swelled in us, bringing us to our orgasms.

It was so hard to tell where I ended, and where Mrs. Baker began. I didn’t care. I just enjoyed my brother’s cock fucking me. He buried into me so deep and hard. My pussy clamped down on his cock. I loved his balls slapping into my taint. They brimmed with his incestuous seed.

“I want you to cum in me!” I moaned with Mrs. Baker.

“Yes!” my brother groaned with Mr. Baker. “Shit, that pussy’s so good!”

We smiled at our men fucking us.

I was Chip’s. My brother owned my pussy. I loved the feel of his dick burying into me again and again. He hammered me with all that he had. It was just magnificent to have him fucking us like this. My eyes rolled back in my head.

My pussy clamped down on that big, thick shaft. I whimpered as he fucked me so hard. So fast. It was a beautiful thing. My brother thrust into me as my orgasm built and built. His thumbs rubbed at my nipples while he fucked my cunt.

I loved the sparks bursting off of my nipples as he played with them. That felt so wicked. I shuddered as he buried into my snatch again and again. He fucked me so deep and hard. It was just a wild moment.

“Oh, oh, yes!” I moaned with Mrs. Baker, because… “I’m cumming!”

We both came on our men’s dicks.

My brother fucked my spasming snatch. He pumped in and out of my twat as my pussy rippled around him. I suckled at him as I loved his thick shaft fucking me with so much force. He hammered me with all that he had.

“Oh, shit!” he and Mr. Barker growled as they buried their dicks into our spasming cunts. “Yes!”

They erupted.

Hot, incestuous cum flooded my pussy. My brother’s seed pumped into my fertile womb. I loved the feel of my brother’s spunk spurting into me. My cunt writhed around him, milking him. Rapture drowned my mind.

It was just so amazing. I squealed, my cunt writhing around his wonderful dick. He pumped blast after blast of his cum into my snatch. I tossed my head, so glad to be one with him. His cock and Mr. Baker’s dick both erupted at the same time.

Both spurted their cum into our spasming snatches.

“Fill us up!” I moaned with Mrs. Baker!

“Fuck, yes!” Chip growled with Mr. Baker.

Their spunk filled us up. I loved all that jizz spurting into me. It was an incredible moment. I smiled from ear to ear as my brother filled me to the brim. I suckled at him. I worked out every drop of cum that he had.

“Yes!” both he and the ghost possessing him groaned. “Oh, oh, yes!”

Firing their last spurts of cum into our pussies, they kissed us. It was just so wonderful. We were one with the ghosts before they flew out of us. Then it was just my brother and me, and… I didn’t care that it was incest.

I loved him. I wanted more.

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Chip Carpenter

I wanted more for my sister. I needed more.

The ghosts were now watching us as I pulled out of her cunt. I glanced over to see Mr. Baker getting blown by his wife and daughter. I grinned, wanting to give them a show. I grabbed my sister and lifted her off the table.

“I want to fuck you up the ass doggy style,” I growled.

“Yes!” Dahlia moaned.

I set her on the floor. She dropped to her hands and knees, my cum spilling milky out of her pussy. I loved the sight of that jizz running down her legs. More spunk coated her clit ring. That was so hot that she had a pierced bud. I had no idea.

I slapped my cock crown on her rump. I nuzzled my dick between her butt-cheeks. I found her asshole. She gasped as I drilled against her backdoor. She threw a look over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling. The cameras recorded it all.

“This is going to be the best episode of Ghost Duos ever!” she moaned as her asshole surrendered to me.

“Yes!” I groaned and popped into my sister’s asshole. “The fucking best, Dahlia!”

I sank deeper and deeper into my sister’s incestuous bowels. I loved the feel of her anal sheath devouring my cock. It was just so good to sink into her. I was so glad to plunge my cock into her anal depths. She gripped my rod with her hot flesh.

“Oh, my, fuck,” she whimpered. “Fuck me so hard!”

I nodded, watching the Baker women taking turns sucking on the patriarch’s big dick. He groaned as they went back and forth, grinning at me. I drew back my cock. My sister’s asshole gripped my rod. That felt so damned good.

The taboo thrill of having her anal sheath around me was perfect. I thrust back into her asshole. I fucked into her with everything that I had. It was just wonderful to bury into her anal sheath. I hammered her deep and hard.

“Oh, my, yes!” moaned my sister, my nuts slapping into her taint. “Pound my asshole! Oh, oh, incest is wonderful. If we were all just accepting of it, then tragedies like this wouldn’t happen!”

“Fucking right!” I growled.

I buried into my sister’s asshole again and again. I loved the way she gripped my cock. The velvety massage was awesome. I would have a huge cum in her bowels. I could not wait to erupt into her writhing asshole.

I knew that would be spectacular.

Her butt-cheeks clapped as I fucked her. I loved how they rippled as I fucked her taboo anal sheath. She squeezed down on me, increasing the friction. I loved burying into her over and over again. She gripped me, bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

She moaned in delight as I plowed into her bowels. She gripped my cock with that hot asshole. I loved every inch of her around me. It was just a beautiful thing. She threw a look behind me as I fucked into her over and over again.

The daughter and wife loved Mr. Baker’s cock as I fucked my sister’s asshole.

I pounded her deep and hard, rising toward that moment when I would cum. Her anal sheath gripped my dick. She brought me to the brink. I groaned, my nuts swelling with the need to erupt into that hot asshole.

“Yes!” the ghost of Mr. Baker roared.

He erupted onto the faces of his wife and daughter. I watched in awe as he showered them with cum. I pistoned away at my sister’s asshole as he pumped his seed across their faces. They both were so excited to share him.

Family love was beautiful.

“Chip, I love you!” squealed my sister as I buried into her asshole. “Yes!”

Her bowels spasmed around my cock.

“Love you, too,” I growled as I pumped away at her writhing asshole. She suckled at me with that hot flesh. “Damn!”

I hammered her convulsing bowels, the need to cum building and building. Mother and daughter were licking the cum off each other’s faces and sharing it with each other. They looked so happy as they did that. It was just a gorgeous sight.

I buried into my sister’s bowels and erupted.

“Fuck!” I growled.

I flooded her asshole with my cum. The sparks flashed across my vision. I dumped load after load of my jizz into her bowels. She groaned, her anal sheath rippling around me. I loved this moment. It was such a beautiful moment.

“Oh, oh, yes!” she groaned.

“Fuck!” I groaned, spurting more of my jizz into my sister’s asshole.

Her bowels milked my cock. I loved dumping all my cum into her bowels. The pleasure shot through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I groaned as the Bakers were moving into another position. Lavender buried her face into her mother’s pussy while the dad buried into her cunt.

I erupted a last time into my sister’s asshole, a big smile spreading on my lips.

Incest was the best.

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Dahlia Carpenter

I ripped my asshole off my brother’s cock and spun around to face him. I gripped his cock, opened my mouth wide, and swallowed his dirty dick. He groaned as I slid my lips over his shaft. The sour flavor of my asshole was amazing.

“Damn,” Chip groaned, his fingers stroking through my hair. “We’re going to be doing this a lot.”

I moaned in agreement around his dick.

My tongue stroked over his dick. I polished off that earthy musk. It was just such a thrill to do that. He growled in delight as I nursed on him with all that I had. I blew him with so much passion. The sour flavor was such a dirty treat.

I suckled hard on him, loving my brother with all my might. I learned that from the Bakers. The family was lost because they couldn’t express their familial love openly. But Chip and I could now. We would share it on the internet.

“Dahlia!” my brother moaned.

I purred around his cock, wiggling my hips back and forth.

I loved the earthy flavor suffusing my taste buds. It was just a wonderful treat. I suckled on him with all that I had while he groaned. I bobbed my head, loving every moment of this. It was just a beautiful thing.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned.

I purred as I stared up at him, loving his cum trickling out of my asshole and leaking down my thighs. This was just such a kinky moment. The earthy flavor of my backdoor faded. I polished his pole with such eagerness, wanting his cum to erupt into my mouth.

The salty flavor of his precum was so delicious. I loved every moment of blowing him like this. I wanted to have all that cum spurting into my mouth. I groaned around his dick. My tongue stroked around him. His face contorted with delight as I blew him.

“Shit, shit, that’s good!” he groaned. “Dahlia!”

I purred around his cock.

Loving my brother felt so right. I was meant to be on my knees worshiping him. The ghosts had shown me that. I hoped they could show others that, too. Right now, though, I had to concentrate on blowing my brother.

The salty flavor of his precum swelled as I suckled on him. I knew he would be erupting soon. He groaned as I bobbed my head. The salty flavor of his precum swelled and swelled. It was just so exciting to love him like this.

“Fuck!” he growled.

Erupted.

He spurted his cum into my mouth.

That wonderful, salty delight splashed against the back of my throat. I gulped down his cum. I swallowed it all. It was a beautiful thing to have his cum splashing against the back of my throat. He groaned, gulping down that spunk.

“That’s so fucking good!” he growled. “Shit, shit, that’s amazing!”

I groaned my agreement. I loved his cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed it all down. My pussy clenched. I heard the mother squealing in the background, drowning her daughter in her pussy cream. The father grunted, flooding the daughter’s pussy with his ghostly cum.

Could ghosts get pregnant?

I didn’t know about them, but I could. I could have Chip’s baby.

I groaned as he erupted in my mouth one last time. I savored that delicious spunk. It was a beautiful thing to have it pouring down my throat. I groaned as it warmed my belly. What a delicious rush to have all that cum in me.

“That was incredible,” he groaned. “Just fucking amazing.”

I popped my mouth off his cock and purred, “It was. Mmm, now, I have to make sure you breed me, so… On your back. I have a cock to ride!”

He grinned at me. God, I loved my brother so much.

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Chip Carpenter

I smiled as my sister crawled up my body. Now the ghostly daughter was sitting on her mother’s face while her father fucked the mother in the pussy. Father and daughter kissed, united in their incestuous love for eternity.

My sister straddled my waist. Dahlia had such pretty, purple hair. Her clit ring gleamed as she grabbed my dick and pressed me into her pussy lips. I just wanted to have her sliding down my dick. Her round tits jiggled.

“Mmm, Chip,” she moaned and slid her cunt down my dick.

“Fuck, Dahlia, that’s amazing,” I groaned.

“So amazing,” she cooed as she bottomed out on me. “Just enjoy. I want you to pump me full of your baby-making spunk. You have to knock me up, and even once I’m pregnant, you’ll get to keep fucking me.”

“That’s right,” I said and slapped her on the ass. “Ride me!”

“Yes!” she squealed and slid up my cock.

I savored the incestuous grip of my sister’s pussy on my dick. It was just a wonderful moment. She squeezed around me as she reached the pinnacle of my dick. I loved the pleasure melting down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she plunged back down me.

Her pierced clit ground into my bush. Her round tits jiggled. She moaned and worked her twat up and down my dick. She felt so good massaging my cock. I loved every inch of that tight twat massaging me. She made me feel incredible.

I would have an incredible climax.

“Oh, oh, yes!” she cooed as she rode me.

My sister worked her hot pussy up and down my cock. I loved that silky snatch massaging me. Her tits bounced as she did that. She squeezed her cunt down around my dick. She moaned, tossing her head. It was clear she hurtled toward her climax.

She would have a huge cum. I was ready for that burst of pleasure. I wanted to just cum into her pussy. To flood her with all that I had. She plunged her cunt down my dick and slid back up me again and again.

“Shit, shit,” I groaned.

“I’m so close,” she moaned.

I nodded, my nuts tightening with my load of baby-making spunk to fire into her fertile pussy.

I wanted to knock up my sister. I ached to fill her up with my cum. She squeezed her cunt down on my dick as she rode me. That silky massage was incredible. She drove me wild with it. I would just flood her with all that I had.

Squeals of pleasure came from the ghosts. The father roared as he came in his wife. So beautiful.
My sister shuddered, her purple hair swaying around her face. She squeezed her cunt down around my dick as she rode me with all that she could. It was so good to have her doing that. I knew I would flood her with so much cum.

I would fill her to the brim with my jizz.

“I’m so close,” she moaned, bouncing on my dick.

“That’s right,” I growled. “Let me feel that pussy going wild.”

“Mmm,” she purred, grinding her pierced clit into my pubic mound. “That’s so good. Ooh, ooh, I love it!”

She slid her pussy up and up my cock. She reached the pinnacle of it. I knew this was it.

“Chip!” my sister squealed as she plunged her cunt down my dick. “Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. She felt so good spasming about me. I groaned in delight at the way her cunt convulsed around me. She suckled at me with such heat. The need to cum built and built. I rose toward my climax.

“Shit, shit!” I growled, the pressure in my nuts bursting.

I exploded.

I pumped my cum into her pussy. I flooded her with all that I had. It was just so good to have her rippling around my cock. She suckled at me with that hot twat. I growled out with each eruption. I dumped my load into her pussy.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled.

“So good!” she whimpered as her pussy rippled around my dick. “Flood my womb with your seed!”

“Yes!” he growled.

I spurted cum over and over into her pussy. She leaned over me, her tits swaying. She smiled down at me, her brown eyes burning with her lust. I loved how she suckled at me with that amazing cunt. I spurted all that I had into her cunt.

She milked my cock dry with that hot pussy.

“Mmm,” she purred and glanced at the ghostly family.

They were together and fading away. They were at peace because of us. We let them possess us to experience the joys of incest. I shuddered as my sister squirmed on me. I knew she wanted more. We had more ghost hunting to do.

We had content to produce.

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The ghosts are happy in the house. The next family that moves in will discover incestuous love through them.

The Ghost Duo’s episode was their most successful one yet. YouTube even suspended their content moderation policies, allowing their incestuous love to be shown to the world. It’s not long before Dahlia announces she’s pregnant with her brother’s child.

And they have more ghosts to hunt. More incestuous spirits to help.

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Kristen has almost nothing left.

She can feel it.

The world is gray. Dark. Nothing matters but the diary.

She turns the page. Only a few more left. Room for one last story.

She knows what she has to pen. It’s time for Natalie, Beth, Britney, and Noriko to give birth.

To be concluded…

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