Seen This Play Out In My Dreams by ImoutoCommissions

Chapter 1

Jacob knows exactly why he gets such a good deal on this house, and that 
it has more to do with just the age of the house. The house has been on 
the market for a long time, because most are scared to buy it. Most fall 
prey to the rumors around town that this house is haunted, and that the 
last owners moved out suddenly, too afraid to speak of what went on in 
the house. But he decides that he does not believe in such things, 
maybe, partially, because he really can't afford to pass up a deal like 
this in today's economy.

But also because he doesn't cater to such superstitious nonsense.

He moves in without much fuss, the realtors seeming very eager to pass 
the keys over and make it official, and then he is able to set to 
unpacking and getting settled into his new home. After a long and 
exhausting day, he lays down for his first night of sleep in this house. 
Naturally, that is when the strange noises start, making it difficult 
for him to get the sleep that he needs.

They are noises that he can't exactly attribute to the house settling, 
so he tells himself that it is neighbor children playing a prank on the 
poor soul who moved into the "haunted house." That being said, they 
would have had to go a long way out of their way, and pretty late at 
night, to come out here and prank him. This house has an impressive 
amount of land, most of it heavily wooded, so his "neighbors" are pretty 
far away.

After the noise persists for a while, he begins to think that it might 
not be someone pranking him outside after all, and decides that he needs 
to get up and investigate. He wonders, briefly, if a burglar would 
really break in on his first night in a new house, or if a prankster 
would be bold enough to break in. Maybe it's a raccoon or something, in 
which case, he definitely needs to find out how animals are getting into 
his house. Jacob creeps around as quietly as he can, following the 
source of the noise but he finds nothing.

This continues for a few nights, until eventually, he sees what he 
thinks to be the perpetrator. He is not able to see exactly /who/ it is, 
but it's definitely a human rounding a corner and he takes off after 
them. They are fast, but he is just a little bit faster, just fast 
enough to grab them by the wrist and yank them towards him, surprised to 
discover that he has caught a young girl. A frail young girl, one that 
appears to be just on the cusp of puberty, with pajamas on and bare 
feet, holding onto a blanket with her free hand.

But the most shocking thing about her appearance is that, from top to 
bottom, pajamas included, she is a pale, bluish-white color, glowing and 
translucent. In other words, there is no doubt in his formerly skeptical 
mind that this little girl is a ghost.

His surprise is matched in her expression as she stammers, in an 
ethereal yet youthful voice, "Y-you can see me? And you can...you can 
touch me, too?!"

"Is that...a new thing?" he finds himself asking, surprised that he can 
speak at all.

"Everyone else could only hear me and the noises I made, or...or they'd 
see me as a blur or something, or they only noticed if I moved objects," 
she explains. "But...but you..."

Her words leave him far too curious, until he is poking and prodding at 
her, to see that he really can touch her. Annoyed, she lifts a hand to 
punch him, only for it to pass right through him. He realizes that, 
because he did not want to touch her then, she couldn't punch him, but 
when he does, he is able to. That means that she is not able to turn 
solid by her own will, judging by the way her punch passed through him, 
feeling more like a cool breeze than any sort of hit.

"Why were you trying to scare me?" he asks.

"I never try to scare anyone. I'm just trying to get their attention. I 
don't know how many years it's been since I died, and it's been so 
boring and lonely, and I can't even leave my old house," she explains, 
and by the end of it, she is in tears.

He kneels down in front of her and wipes her tears away. "Do you want to 
talk about it? Can you tell me about your family, and how you became a 
ghost?"

Hesitation is clear in her face, but she is so desperate for human 
contact that she agrees and follows him to the couch, where they sit 
together. "My parents were pretty old when I was born. My older brother 
was about your age...he took care of them, and of me, because they had 
no idea they would be able to have another child. Everyone spoiled me, 
and I was really happy, but...

"But one winter, we got snowed in, and we all got sick, except my 
brother. My parents died, and my brother promised to bring me back a 
doctor, even though there was still a blizzard out there. I waited for 
him. I waited and waited, and he never came back...the first thing I 
remember from being like this is spring. I was floating above my body, 
watching the men come to take me and my parents away, but we didn't look 
like...we were all...and he didn't come back, even then..." She curls up 
as she speaks, blanket pulled tighter around her.

Jacob can't help himself- he pulls her right onto his lap, where he can 
hold her, heart feeling like it has broken right there in his chest. 
"You're so warm," she says, sounding surprised. "Even on the hottest day 
of summer, even if I go out in the yard, I've only ever felt the same 
cold as the night I..."

He has no idea what he has gotten himself into with her, but he knows 
that he is going to do what he can for his unexpected roommate.

Chapter 2

Eventually, Jacob is able to get the girl to calm down, and when he 
does, she murmurs, "You remind me a lot of him...of my brother, I mean. 
You're about his age, and you take care of me, like he does..." Her 
words stir something in him, something that he has tried to keep under 
control this entire time. After all, letting feelings like that take 
over while dealing with a literal ghost girl hardly seemed appropriate, 
and yet, once she says that he reminds her of her older brother, that is 
all it takes for that resolve to crumble.

For a long time, he has had fantasies about what he would do with a cute 
little sister of his own. Of course, he never had one, but his thoughts 
have wandered in that direction many times in the past, and this 
adorable ghost really fits the bill of his ideal little sister, even if 
the little sister of his fantasies was a bit more colorful and a bit 
less...see-through. Those things don't matter nearly as much to him as 
does the fact that she is adorable, and that she is heartbreakingly 
lonely, in need of someone like him, who can actually see and touch her.

He pulls her in for a kiss then, unable to help himself, his lips 
pressing against her ice cold ones, and to her, his lips feel absolutely 
searing, so hot that it feels like he could melt her right away. She is 
not expecting this from him, and yet she can't help but let herself get 
carried away with it, until she is left completely dazed by the time he 
has pulled away. It is easy to tell from the expression on her face that 
not only was that her first kiss, but that she very much enjoyed it.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Amelia."

""Well, Amelia, I'm going to stay here with you," he says. "Since you 
can't leave, you need me here to keep you company." Now, she goes from 
shocked to overjoyed, bouncing in his lap as she moves to try and kiss 
him herself. Her nose passes through his and her arms pass through his 
neck, but at the very least, her lips land right where they are supposed 
to. She clings to him so happily, her second kiss much more excitable 
than the first, and he is not able to control himself as easily.

She only breaks the kiss because she feels something poking into her, 
and when she looks down through her body, she can see the way that he is 
tenting in his pants. Amelia gets an idea then, because, despite her 
innocence, she has seen a lot of things she should not have seen, and 
despite seeing those things, she has maintained her innocence. There 
have been couples here, and there have been teenagers using the house 
for parties, and so, she sees it and immediately gets the idea to ask, 
"Do you want me to play with your thingy?"

He is too stunned to say anything, and left even more stunned as she 
phases down through his lap, brought to eye level with his erection. His 
zipper moves down as if on its own, his cock brought free, all from her 
manipulation. Jacob knows that this is wrong- she has been dead longer 
than he has been alive, sure, but she still has all the innocence of a 
girl of her appearance, so he really should stop her from going any 
further. He should, but he can't bring himself to do it.

And once she starts stroking him, that is all that there is to it. Her 
movements are a little clumsy, showing her lack of experience, but it is 
clear that she has had plenty of time to observe and learn techniques, 
watching plenty of couples who had no idea that there was a little ghost 
girl watching them. She soon moves to wrap her lips around his cock, and 
is able to take him without any issue.

Jacob is not exactly small, but Amelia does not have a gag reflex, and 
she has not needed to breathe for a very long time now. That means that 
she can take him down her throat with no effort, leaving him moaning 
pathetically as he gives into his desires completely, letting her do 
what she wants with him. It takes him no time at all to come, and he 
pets her, saying, "You're a great little cock sucker..." She giggles, 
her cheeks tinged a darker silver as she stands up, where he can see his 
seed pooling inside of her, right where her stomach would be.

"Do you want to use my lower mouth?" she asks, the phrase sounding 
awkward on the lips of a child, but she must have picked that up from 
the couples she's watched as well. Naturally, he can't resist an 
invitation like that and is quick to yank down her pajama pants, pleased 
to see a lack of underwear, before he pulls her back onto his lap, 
fitting himself inside of her all in one thrust. The selective 
intangibility makes that easier for them, as he can pass right through 
her hymen and her cervix without hurting her at all, all the while 
feeling the way she grips him tight, her walls and her womb feeling 
absolutely amazing around him.

He does not have to waste any time being gentle or letting her get used 
to him before he can start fucking her in earnest, thrusting up into her 
and making her cry out in her excitement. "I-I've never...I've never 
felt so warm in all of my afterlife!" She curls her toes and hugs her 
arms under her knees, and when he reaches to start playing with her 
clit, she squirms and writhes, moaning for him and loving every second 
of it.

While he does that, he starts to get an idea, and reaches inside of her 
tummy, able to grip the outside of her vaginal walls and work them with 
his thrusts, practically jerking himself off, except for the flesh that 
separates his cock and his hand, using her like his own personal onahole 
until he is getting closer and closer, pushing her to the edge.

She comes, experiencing her very first orgasm, dead or alive, and that 
is enough to send him over the edge as well, the two of them hitting 
their peak and sharing in the pleasure. When she lays back against him, 
he can see a slight swell to her stomach and he can see his seed inside 
of her, slightly stretching her tiny womb. He lifts her off of him, 
making sure to keep her elevated enough that she does not leak any of it 
back out, and she is limp in his arms, exhausted.

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" he asks her, and she gives him a 
sleepy smile as she nods. By the time he lays her down in his bed, she 
is already fast asleep.

Chapter 3

The very next evening, Jacob finds Amelia laying in his bed, looking up 
at him as she says, "I'm so cold! I want you to warm me up like you did 
last night!"

"Well, I can't turn down a request like that," he replies with a smile, 
and he gets down with her, where he starts by taking his time. The fact 
that her clothes could come off was an interesting fact, but yesterday, 
he was so concerned with fucking her that he barely spent any time 
thinking about it. Now, he decides to strip her down slowly, so that he 
can see all of her ghostly body. And, of course, while he looks at all 
of it, he also used his hands to explore it, touching her cold body all 
over, every time he exposes another inch of it.

His hand passes right into her chest, where he can feel her heart, 
absolutely pounding right now even though it no longer has any real 
function, with no blood to pump. Her body remembers all of its old 
reactions, and still carries them out to this day. All of this is 
interesting to him, though he has nobody to share such discoveries with, 
as he doubts anyone would believe him. Even if they did, he is not sure 
if he wants to expose Amelia to the world like that.

Once he is done exploring her body with his hands, once he has her 
stripped down completely, he switches off, so that he can use his tongue 
for such things. She squirms as he drags his tongue along her body, 
feeling searing hot wherever he touches, and, in return, he almost feels 
like he is licking ice cream, or something equally as cold, though he 
finds that he does not mind that sensation at all. She is so cold, but 
he has come to like that about her, in the short time that he has known 
her. Jacob is falling for this girl fast, ready to keep her as his 
little sister for as long as he lives here, wondering if it was some 
sort of fate that brought him, the only person who has been able to see 
her, to this place, where the girl of his dreams was waiting for him.

Whatever the case, he is going to enjoy every second of his new life 
with a ghostly roommate.

Once his tongue reaches between her legs, he wastes no time in burying 
inside of her frigid girlhood, making her squirm even more, whimpering 
for him as he works it as deep as he can. Which is a lot deeper than he 
ever could with any living girl, once he makes the choice to phase 
deeper into her, his tongue going deeper as well, earning such 
unrestrained and needy moans from her that he is nearly overwhelmed just 
hearing how excited she is right now. It must feel great for her, and he 
reaches his hands up to her lower stomach, so that he can pass inside to 
feel around, to find her ovaries and gently fondle them.

This is stimulation unlike anything a living girl could ever experience. 
His tongue works all the way to her cervix, and she cries out as he 
teases her there, pushing her closer and closer to her limit, making it 
so that she is unable to contain herself at all, practically falling 
apart all for him, as he quickly picks up on all the benefits that come 
with selective intangibility, and him having the greater control over 
those factors than she does.

Amelia is hardly able to contain herself, her excitement reaching levels 
that she never thought possible, that she never understood before, and 
he waits until she is right there on the edge to suddenly stop, laying 
back and gesturing for her to get on top of him. She is so needy and 
impatient that she has to accept his invitation, even though she has 
never done anything like this before and is not quite sure /how/ to do 
it.

"You just climb on me, and it fits right inside you, just like last 
time," he explains to her, and she nods, going to straddle him. He can 
feel her cold pussy rubbing against him before she finally sinks down 
onto him, letting out a pathetic moan as he fills her. Jacob is right 
there with her, moaning wildly as he loses himself in the pleasure, 
before regaining his composure enough to say, "Now, you can just ride 
me. You can bounce on me and make it feel just as good as it did 
before!"

Amelia is quick to get into the motions, bouncing atop his cock, riding 
him with a hectic pace at first. From time to time, she will start to 
slow, and that is when he gives her rear a playful smack, encouraging 
her to get right back to it. She never hesitates for long, always losing 
herself back in the motions as soon he pushes her back into it, and the 
two of them moan together, as he finally allows himself to get swept 
away in his pleasure.

Just like before, he is able to push so much deeper inside of her, 
causing her no pain and increasing the pleasure for both of them, until 
finally, he is not able to hold back anymore. When he looks at her like 
this, he is able to watch the way his come erupts inside of her womb, 
the pearlish tint given by her translucent form only making it that much 
more fascinating to witness. And by the time he is done filling her with 
it, she collapses on top of him, sighing happily and relaxing, womb 
bulging just a bit, just like the night before.

"That's so fun," she murmurs. "That was even more fun this time, and I'm 
so warm again, you always make me so warm. Can we play like that every 
night? It's been the best two nights of my afterlife!"

Wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, he says, "Of course 
we can. We can play like that whenever you want to!"