celeste 🪷

cw 🔞🍎🍏 ghost!leb, supernatural sex halloween night, many trick-or-treaters visit their skeleton decorated home. the crowds come and go before it dissipates around 11pm. she leaves him to the cleaning, heading inside to crash after one too many sweet treats. when he finishes cleaning up and locking the house, he finds her in bed. barely conscious, she tugs him down and they share a few kisses. his body protests when he pulls away to wash up before getting in bed. he's already excited, she looked way too slutty for someone who was trying to be a vampire. he takes a quick shower, wanting to get in bed as soon as possible. freshly showed, he moves to open the door when his arm suddenly disappears inside of it. he gasps, pulling his hand out of the door and staring for a moment before patting his nude body. caleb looks at himself in the mirror— he’s barely visible. a glittering sheen outlines his silhouette. he takes a moment, standing frozen in the bathroom before inhaling deeply. he's shocked, but his testosterone doesn't falter. he phases through the door, looking over to where his baby sister is asleep in their shared bed. he tries to climb in before stumbling into the bed. right, he thinks. he climbs in again, this time focusing his energy into actually getting on top of the bed instead of through it. a grin finds its way on his face when he manages it, sitting next to his sleeping baby sister. the bed creaks gently when he leans down and kisses her lips, drawing back quickly when she shifts slightly. "caleb?" she breathes, eyes fluttering. he doesn't answer, wide eyed. his hard cock is temporarily forgotten as he waits to see if he's visible to her. when they lock eyes, her breath hitches. "what the fuck—" caleb hushes her, pushing her back down when she tries to sit up. "i know, i'm okay, don't freak out," he placates her. "though i can't really wear clothes right now." he looks down at himself, hiding his erection under his hands under the guise of shyness. "what happened to you?" she asks, brows furrowed. "you're a—" "—a ghost," he finishes for her. "yeah." she sits up, pushing his hands off his cock before realizing she was able to touch him. "i can touch—" "i have to think really hard." her gaze trails down from his shimmering features, past his abs, and down to his silver cock. caleb strokes his translucent cock, pleased with the attention his current state of being is getting. "can we?" he breathes. she nods and opens her legs just as he slides up between them, kissing down her neck. when he finally prods the length against her panties, she moans. “caleb?” she whispers. an invisible force opens her legs. it feels familiar, it has to be caleb, but she can’t see him. "i can't see you now," she trembles, nervous. but she's guided into a new position, lifted off the bed. she squeals, but gentle hands hold her steady on top of what she suspects to be his lap. her legs are pulled apart, resting and keeping her open and exposed. it's a lewd sight to see her own thighs open in front of what looks like nobody. her shirt is pulled up, flipped over to expose her breasts. "caleb!" she gasps, nipples pebbling in the cold evening air of halloween night. her head falls back on something sturdy she knows as her brother's shoulder when her nipples are pinched and twisted. goosebumps litter her skin, but the heat in her lower belly burns. her exposed pussy weeps, the fabric of her panties soaking up her arousal. one of her breasts are left along, the other squeezed and massaged when an invisible hand trails down her body and towards her cunt. "caleb, please," she begs. she doesn't know whether she's begging to see him again or for him to touch her. either way, her labia is spread, her arousal spread all over the swollen folds and her engorged clit. shivers run down her spine when she feels a hot breath tickle her earlobe. his fingers pull away, replaced by the familiar feeling of his blunt cockhead pressing against her holes. "ah—" she moans when he pushes in. if anyone were to walk in, they'd think she were possessed. she couldn't explain that her big brother turned into a ghost and they were busy fucking. "mmphh!" he bottoms out, hitting her cervix easily with the delicious curve of his cock. encouraged by how wet she is and how she seems to be clenching around him, he doesn't waste time when he fucks up into her. she can barely make a noise, watching the way her breasts bounce. the left side of her waist is squished beneath his invisible hold, her right tit still trapped in his obsessive hold. "oh fuck," she moans when she feels his arms wrap around her waist completely, legs bobbing with every thrust. "c-caleb, too fast!" a gasp strangles her throat when he pulls out suddenly, her clit rubbed vigorously enough to force a squirt out of her. she moans loudly at the sight, the liquid spraying their blankets. she can barely process the moment when she chokes up, his cock thrusting quickly in and out o her. she doesn't need to see her big brother to know that the squelching sound is coming from his dick thrusting into her pussy. the thrusts stop, but the weight is set deep in her. she's just able to recognize the fact that he just came inside her without a condom when he pulls out. she looks back down between her open legs, a mix of their cum coating his cock thick enough to paint the translucent obscenity. his tip is covered in her juices, dripping down the silver shaft of his ghost form. the thickness collects at the base, dripping down into the hair covering his balls. "oh," she breathes.