What's In A Name? by ImoutoCommissions

Jacob gets Amelia's room set up just how she likes it, making sure to 
get it done as quickly as he can, so that the two of them can enjoy the 
rest of their evening together. She "changes" into an outfit that they 
purchased today, one that is originally a pink shirt with a cat face on 
it and blue shorts with pink trim, and it makes a good translation to 
her gray and blue color scheme, looking absolutely adorable on her.

The two of them settle in to watch a movie together, something that he 
has seen several times, but is completely new to her. She sits right 
between his thighs, phased through his bowl of popcorn, and he enjoys 
watching her reactions to the familiar movie more than watching the 
movie itself, loving the way she bounces in her seat and cries out in 
excitement, barely able to contain herself at any given moment.

That being said, she bounces in his lap so much that he can't help but 
get excited. Ghost or not, she is still a cute girl right there in front 
of him, and it does not take her long to get him to stir. Soon enough, 
Amy notices and asks him, "Is that your thingy poking into my back?"

When she says that, it reminds him of the way she referred to her 
ovaries that morning, and he thinks about her adorable, clueless way of 
speaking. She knows so little, and has such a childish manner for 
referring to her anatomy as well as his, and he decides that he wants to 
have some fun with her, centered around the fact. Reaching his hands 
under her shirt, he starts teasing at her budding breasts, still so 
small, and stuck that way from here on out, never to grow again.

"What do you call these?" he asks, wanting to know and wanting to see 
what her reaction will be. Her reaction certainly does not disappoint, 
as she blushes a deep silver, flustering not only from his question, but 
also from his touch.

She does not say anything, even as he keeps touching her, so finally, he 
threatens her with, "I'm going to stop playing with you if you don't 
answer me."

"Please, please keep playing with them," she begs, loving the 
stimulation of her nipples too much to have him stop. However, she still 
does not answer his question. Jacob pulls his hands back, and Amy starts 
whining, wanting him to touch her again. She knows that he is 
withholding his touch until she answers him, and even her embarrassment 
is not enough to hold her back for long.

"Come on, Amy..." he coaxes her, as she continues to fuss and protest, 
as if she thinks that she can wear him down just by making enough of a 
fuss of it. Finally, she gives in, once she realizes that he is not 
going to, no matter how she tries.

"You already know!" she cries out. "Those are my boobies!"

He can't say that he is surprised by the simple, childish term, but it 
pleases him to hear her say it, and he rewards her by touching her 
again, and this time, he concentrates his touch even more on her 
nipples, leaving her squirming as he rubs them under his fingertips, 
making them harden as she whimpers. For a little while, he lets her get 
used to this pleasant feeling before he is ready to move on with this, 
wanting to tease her even more, and hear more of what she calls various 
parts of her body.

"What about these things on your boobies?" he asks. "What are they 
called?" Already sensing that she is not going to make this part any 
easier on him, he teases her with such light touches, just barely 
caressing them as she squirms under his touch, wanting more. "You're 
going to have to tell me what you want me to do, and what you're wanting 
me to do it to."

"I want...I want..." Despite her frustration, she has to do as he says, 
more inclined to give into her arousal than anything else, her spectral 
body having its demands the same as any living girl. "I want you to 
pinch my nippies!"

"Oh, isn't that cute?" he muses. He wonders if that is something she was 
taught, or if, perhaps, she might have been taught the proper word and 
abbreviated it somehow. Either way, it is so cute to hear her say 
something like that that he can't help but make good on his promise, 
giving both of her nippies a firm pinch, making her cry out in her 
ecstasy.

He does that for a little while longer before he moves her again, so 
that he can target another part of her body. With Amy in a seated bridal 
carry, he is able to pull her into a deep kiss, not letting up, sure to 
have taken her breath away, were she in need of oxygen. All the while, 
caresses along her thigh, pushing a hand up and up until he is past the 
leg hole in her shorts, where he can tease at her panties, making her 
squirm in the kiss, driving her to the point that she can't take 
anymore, but never quite giving her more than this, just touching her 
over the fabric of her clothing.

Finally, unable to take anymore of his teasing, she breaks out of the 
kiss so that she can wine, "Please, please, take off my shorts and 
undies! I want to take them off!"

This, he allows her without teasing her with it, but there is still 
plenty more teasing to come, and he has a feeling that she knows exactly 
what she is in for. But she is too horny to resist begging for more, 
needing this more than anything, needing it enough that she can't worry 
about all the ways in which her new big brother is going to tease her.

Naturally, Jacob has no intent of doing what she wants until he hears 
everything that she has to say, every word that she has for her 
girlhood, and each distinct place that he loves to touch and play with. 
With her clothes out of the way, he starts rubbing along her puffy 
labia, as she squirms at the touch, until finally, he asks, "What is 
this called?"

"Nn..." She groans a bit, trying for just a moment to fight her own 
needs, to not give him what he wants, but not matter how embarrassed she 
may be, she still has to cave, too turned on to do otherwise. 
"That's...I always thought it was my cookie..."

"And you like when your big brother plays with your cookie, don't you, 
Amy?" he teases her, making her squirm and groan even more. It seems 
that there is at least a small part of her getting off on how 
embarrassed she is, increasing her arousal every time that he teases her 
about her body. He rubs her a bit more before spreading her labia so 
that he can get a little more specific with what he is playing with.

Touching her clit makes her cry out in ecstasy. "What about this? Do you 
have something to call this?" he asks, and she shakes her head. He does 
not doubt that she had no real word for it while she was alive, unlike 
the rest of the parts they have talked about so far. It makes sense that 
she never made it that far in any discovery of her body, especially not 
from a parental education standpoint. "But you must have something to 
call it now, right? A special name, even if it's just in your head?"

"It's silly," she says, and he has to resist the urge to tell her that 
all of the names are silly, and that is why he likes them. He doubts she 
would actually understand that part, so he refrains, and instead just 
pulls his finger back, tormenting her with no satisfaction until she 
admits to whatever silly name she has come up with for her clit. "It's 
kind of...kind of like a flower, so, um...that's my bud!" she finally 
cries out, and he rewards her admission with another few strokes of her 
bud, making her tremble in his arms as she drinks in what pleasure she 
is given.

For just a little while longer, he keeps that up, but not long enough to 
make her come. He knows when she is close to that point, and does not 
let her get there, making her stop once she is right on the edge, which 
of course makes her whine for him, wanting to beg him to never stop. She 
knows what is coming next, and knows that he is still teasing her, 
having more than caught onto this little game by now. Pulling his hand 
back, he moves it again, this time focusing on her opening, teasing the 
tip of a finger inside for a split second.

"What about here? Did you have a word for this before?" he asks, and she 
shakes her head, whimpering in her desperation for more from him. 
"Nothing at all? What about now? Have you thought of something? You know 
I can't keep playing with you unless you tell me..."

As if she needs to be told twice. She definitely knows the score by now, 
and she has to fight through how flustered she is to give the first 
thing that comes to mind, to satisfy his curiosity. The first thing that 
comes to mind turns out to be, "That's my cookie hole," which definitely 
makes sense, no matter how silly it may be. It is adorably silly, which 
is the point of all of this, and her face is a deep silver now, so 
embarrassed but so horny that she can't help herself.

"And you want big brother to play with your cookie hole, right?" he 
asks, as he starts to properly finger her. She nods, gasping from the 
contact, and certain that he is done with the teasing now, but he still 
has a few things in mind, since he gets to play with any part of her 
body that he wants. After all, this all came about because of her cute 
name for her ovaries, and he wants to know what she has to say for the 
other internal parts that play just as much of a role as anything else.

He puts a hand in her from her stomach, phasing through her easily so 
that he can finger her girlhood from both sides, letting it tighten 
around him on either end, almost like a finger trap of sorts, and she 
seems to love that sensation. "You can see just how deep your cookie 
hole goes, right? You like it when I touch you from both ends...but see, 
look where it goes."

As he murmurs this, he moves forward the opening that connects to her 
small womb, asking her, "What do you think this part is called?"

Amy hesitates, and when she speaks, it is clear that she knows she is 
probably wrong, but she knows that she has to provide some sort of name. 
"It's um, it's just my tummy, right? My tummy but for...babies?"

"Something like that. Do you like it when I play with your tummy?" he 
asks, and she nods. With that, he starts to move his hands again, going 
for one of her ovaries so that he can give it a slight squeeze, 
overwhelming her all at once. This sensation is even more intense than 
having her womb touched.

She is not so overwhelmed that she does not fluster even more when he 
comments, "It was so cute when you called this your squishy, and that's 
why I love hearing what you call every part of you. You always do such 
cute things."

"That's...mm, that's not fair!" she tries to protest, but of course, her 
moans cut through her words, making it absolutely impossible for her to 
hide that she loves being touched more than she is embarrassed by his 
teasing.

"What about this?" he asks, moving down to tease at one of her fallopian 
tubes, tracing his finger along it and making her shudder. "This thing 
that connects your tummy and your squishies. Do you know what that's 
called?"

"Um...they're like little stringies, aren't they?" The innocence and 
embarrassment in her face is almost too much to bear and he loves 
hearing what she has to say, loves how she fills in the blanks for words 
that she does not know, just the same as she loves what terms she was 
taught to use in the past, that have persisted all these years due to 
her isolation and inability to grow. He sits her down on shaky legs, and 
she seems to have forgotten her ability to float.

"Which part do you like me to play with the most?" he asks.

"My squishies."

"And do you know any of the more grown up or naughty terms for those 
words?"

"I do know some, but I'd get my mouth washed out with soap for saying 
them," she says with a blush.

"You can say them, it's okay."

"Um...my cookie is, um, vagina, and sometimes it's called a pussy, and 
nippy is just short for nipple." Upon hearing her say anatomical terms, 
he wonders just how prudish her upbringing must have been to get 
punished for those.

"Here, kneel in front of me," he says as he gets his pants out of the 
way. "What about that? What do you call that?"

"That's just...that's just your thingy," she says, and he has heard her 
say that before, but it is still worth flustering her.

"How about you suck my thingy, then?" he suggests, and Amelia is quick 
to do so, wrapping her cool, blue lips around the tip, letting him go 
deeper in her mouth, never having any trouble taking him with the way 
her body is. He is able to relax as she sucks him off, not taking very 
long at all to reach his climax, having gotten pretty worked up from 
their little game, until finally, he is coming down her throat

Pulling out of her mouth, he has another question for her. Pointing at 
the silvery substance in her body, he asks her, "What do you call that 
stuff?"

It seems like she can hardly believe he isn't done yet, still flustered 
as she mumbles, "Your goo..." She gets up to climb onto his lap, ready 
to ride him, but he stops her while she is straddling him, holding onto 
her hips.

"You have to tell me what you want," he says, and she whines.

"I want you!"

"Not like that, you have to tell me what you want in detail."

She can tell what it is that he means, and wants him so badly that she 
can't pout for very long. "I want you...I want you to put your thingy in 
my...in my cookie, just like you always do!" she insists, and he pulls 
her down by her hips, letting his cock press up into her. However, he 
does not go very deep, and she squirms on top of him, trying to push 
deeper, but he does not let her.

"That was what you wanted, wasn't it?" he teases her.

"No, I meant...all the way in, past...into my...into my tummy!" she 
cries, which is exactly what he knew she was asking for all along. He 
thrusts further forward, able to pass through her cervix without any 
trouble, deeply penetrating her and earning her needy moans. He rubs his 
hands along her cute butt, groping and kneading at her flesh while she 
moans for him, resting on top of his cock, with Jacob completely buried 
inside of her, having fit his way all the way into her "tummy."

Jacob moves a hand so that he can push up her shirt, and lean forward to 
suck at one of her nipples, making her squeak. Flicking his tongue over 
it, he uses the other hand to spread her cheeks apart, and push a finger 
between them, rubbing against her hole.

"Wait, what are you gonna do to my heiny hole?" she asks him, but rather 
than answering, he pushes it into her, fitting it to the third knuckle 
all at once, making her cry out from this brand new sensation. Her voice 
breaks each time that she cries out for him, as he fucks her and sucks 
her nipple and furiously fingers her ass, all at once. It is no wonder 
that this is overwhelming for her, and he is right there with her when 
she comes hard, filling her with more of his goo.

Amy then collapses against his chest with a yawn, and Jacob gives her a 
pat on the head, saying, "I think it's getting pretty late, don't you?"

Looking down at the floor, he sees that her shorts and panties are gone 
now, seeming to have vanished with her not wearing them, and so he picks 
up the half naked ghost to carry her back to her room. He sets her down 
so that he can help her pick out a nightie to wear, and the one she 
selects has a cat pattern, just like the shirt that she wore today.

"Did you know that some girls call their privates their kitty?" he asks, 
and she blushes, shaking her head. "Alright, do you want to sleep in 
your new bed, or do you want to sleep with me?"

Immediately, she jumps into his arms, declaring, "I want to sleep with 
you, so that you can keep me warm!" Snuggling closer to him, she adds, 
"And if it's okay, I want you to make my kitty purr one more time before 
we go to sleep."

Now, that is something Jacob could never refuse.