Paradise Island: Complete Edition (41 page)

“This is crazy,” I said out loud what I was thinking, not afraid what Lucy would think. She was dead, after all.

“You’re telling me, girl,” she flipped her hair back and forth. “Being a ghost is not as fun as it seems, but it does have its perks. And no, you’re not crazy, you’re just super sensitive to this shite. Like the attic in that house up there. You felt something, didn’t you?”

“How did you know about that?”

“Just a wild guess, let’s say. This place reeks of spiritual energy, that’s why I was able to manifest so easily to you.”

I started to walk back through the woods. I wasn’t going to hide out here forever, and it was getting cold. I needed to think of a place to hide Lucy, though.

“Tell me the secret. I did as you asked,” I lifted her up so I could get a closer look.

“I’m afraid it’s fairly complicated. And it has all to do with that attic. I think it’s better if I show you rather than tell you, it would take a lot less energy.”

I peeked into the cup, staring at Lucy’s face for a minute. “I just see you. Aren’t you supposed to be showing me something right now?”

Lucy shook her head. “That’s not how it works, Sophie. I wish it was that simple, but you’ll have to drink me and then you’ll get the vision. Of course, after that you’ll need to refill the cup if you want to talk to me again.”

I thought about it, and it seemed simple enough. “Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you after that?”

“I’m gonna be honest with you here: this secret of his is pretty shocking. Even I as spirit or ghost or whatever you want to call me, was really disturbed by it, and I’ve seen some pretty crazy shit since Jack put that bullet in my head. It’s not for the faint of heart, I’ll tell you that much. But I’m certain you should experience this one for yourself.”

I cautiously lifted the teacup to my lips. Then I pushed it back. “I’m sorry, but this is just too weird. It feels wrong, you know?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I wish I knew, Sophie, but I’m dead now, and none of this makes sense to me. Pour me back in the stream and I’ll take Jack’s secret with me. You won’t hear from me again.”

“No, Lucy! Please don’t go! You’re my only friend!” I sounded desperate and crazy, but maybe I was both of those things. I was talking to my dead friend after all.

“Friends trust each other, Sophie. I already gave you useful information that checked out and you still don’t trust me. Maybe the things I did while I was alive were just too horrible to forgive, but I tried to atone for some of them by showing you who Jack really was. If you want to close your eyes and cover your ears and never know the truth about the man you love, fine by me. But I have better things to do then. I didn’t appear out of the abyss just to chat with you. I’m here to help you, Sophie, and hopefully if you accept my help, I could move up in the realms a bit.”

The whole thing sounded pretty strange. “How is the afterlife?” I was really curious to know. I never really believed in much of anything. God. Afterlife. But I always did think spirits and ghosts did roam the Earth, especially after they started haunting me on the island.

“Wish I could tell you, girl, but that shit’s off limits to the breathers. The good news is that one day you’ll definitely find out for yourself, just hope it’s not too soon, though. Being dead is not something most people should look forward to.” She smiled a sad smile and I could see that the sadness on her face was genuine. It seemed Lucy didn’t like being dead all that much. “Anyway, have you made up your mind yet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Get ready to be ingested, my friend.” I lifted the cup to my lips and saw Lucy smile. She seemed excited by the prospect of showing me a vision of Jack’s terrible dark secret, and before I could change my mind I drank the contents of the cup in one full sweep. It was surprisingly warm as it went down my throat. Nothing happened so I

––––––––

“S
tupid bitch,” I hissed as I breathed in for what seemed like forever. It felt so fucking good to have a fucking body again. Sure, it wasn’t my body, but it was
a
body, and that’s all that counted. I stretched out, feeling that familiar feeling of being flesh again and I couldn’t help but smile wide. I went over by the stream and looked down in my reflection. Yup, that was Sophie’s face. Her hair was a mess. I definitely planned on at least dying it red, but the body itself seemed in good enough shape.

I still couldn’t believe that stupid bitch fell for my trick. How gullible can one small town girl be? Apparently, very gullible indeed. Deep dark terrible secret? Yes, you’d think she’d know from reading all those terrible novels what a load of shite that was. But I was glad she was so stupid, because I had a freaking body now, and I was going to have some fun with it.

I talked to a few guys on the other side who managed to get a ride in another’s body a few times, and they were adamant about one thing: it usually didn’t last that long. If that was the case, I was going to have to indulge myself. I walked fast back to the direction of the house. Right now I couldn’t feel anything weird about it, but when I was a spirit it reeked of spiritual debris, and not the good smelling kind either. But now that I was Earth side again, I didn’t give a fuck about the bad mojo. They couldn’t hurt me. Sophie was mine, at least for a little while, and I wasn’t going to waste time thinking about the dead while I was still alive. I brushed my hand over my chest and while Sophie’s boobs were smaller than mine, they were still a decent size. I went further down and touched my thighs. This was going to be fun. Jack was going to get a surprise of his life, that’s for sure.

The front door was blissfully open and I barged right in. I passed a maid type and didn’t even acknowledge her. Who had time for the help. I roamed the house looking for something, or someone fun to do, and then found myself in the kitchen. It had been a long time since I even tasted anything that I immediately grabbed some cookies on display and started munching them down. I opened the fridge and took a swig of the milk. Mmm. Milk and cookies. I was in foodgasm heaven.

“Wow, slow done there, Sophie,” a blonde good looking guy told me. I immediately felt the desire in my loins get hotter. I wiped my mouth and was by his side in no time.

I touched his arm. “Maybe we should have some fun,” I said in my most seducing manner. It was sort of hard to gauge how my face looked, since it was Sophie’s after all. I hoped it got the message across loud and clear. If not, I’d move on to another.

“Umm, is this a joke? You know I’m gay, Sophie. And why are you speaking in a British accent?” The blond guy looked bewildered and gave me an awkward look. Just my luck, the first guy I hit on after coming back from the dead ends up being gay! Ugh!

I pushed passed him without saying anything and got the hell out of there. I needed a good hard fuck, and that guy wasn’t going to give it to me. I missed sex so damn much while I was dead, I was more than willing to do it with just about anybody. I realized now that I was a bit too eager to get into Sophie’s body. I probably should have asked her about Jack’s brothers first. Thankfully, I didn’t have any of Sophie’s memories in my head. That chick seemed crazy enough as it was. All I needed was her body after all.

I walked around aimlessly until I heard the most beautiful music ever. Not. It was just some tinkling piano music. It seemed kind of sad, though, so I peeked in to see if the player was okay or not.

I found a hot guy with long hair in the room. Alone. Jackpot!

“Hi,” I said as I approached him. “I really like the way you play.”

“We wrote this song together, Sophie,” he said. “And why are you speaking in a British accent?”

“Just for fun,” I said and hoped he would forget about it. I wasn’t here to talk about accents. I approached him while he was still sitting on the piano bench. He moved a bit to the side to give me enough room to sit, but that’s not what I was here for. Is this what Sophie got up to? What a boring girl, I thought as I straddled the hottie. He looked surprised but didn’t push me away. Then I felt his ding dong harden underneath me. A straight one! Double jackpot!

I leaned in and started to kiss him.

“What are you doing, Sophie?” he said when I gave him room to breathe. “Did you and Jack make up?”

“Hunter,” I said and saw recognition on his face. This was the guy Sophie had fucked. She had more balls than I had given her credit for, and her taste in men wasn’t too shoddy either. “I want you. Forget about Jack for a moment.”

I kissed him again, and thought I felt him get bigger underneath me, though he still managed to push me away. “No, Sophie. Jack told me you reached an agreement and everything was forgiven. I don’t know why you’re doing this, but Jack is my brother and I won’t do anything to hurt him ever again. You should go,” he said as he moved as far away from me as he could, hiding behind the piano.

“Oh, Hunter, by that bulge in your pinks I see you want me as well. Oh, well, your loss. Ciao!” I said as I left him with his hands over his crotch and an embarrassed look on his face. What did a girl need to do to get a good fuck in this house? And just as I turned a corner and thought that thought, I ran into an old hag.

“Holy shit! You scared me lady!” I stepped away from the hag. Okay, maybe not a hag, but she was pretty old and had lots of work done that was for sure.

The hag looked at me up and down with an obvious look of disgust on her face. “This is my house, tramp, and you’re going to treat me with respect. I don’t know what Jack sees in you.”

“Neither do I, hag, neither do I,” I said and left her with a shocked look on her face.

I heard murmurs from one room across the hall and it sounded like a guy’s voice. I opened the door and saw a guy laying in bed, with the blond gay by his bedside. There was a wheelchair in the corner of the room. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said and got the hell out of there, closing the door behind me. It seemed there was only one option left. I needed to find Jack and fuck his brains out, and then maybe literally get those brains out of his head, because you know, revenge is a bitch and such.

I was tired of looking so I went back to the room with the invalid and the gay.

“Sorry about earlier,” I tried to sound as American as possible but was failing pretty miserably. It was such a hard accent to pin down. Maybe that’s why my acting aspirations didn’t go far. Oh, well, a thought for another day. I was on a mission. “Either of you know where I could find Jack?”

The invalid ignored me, but the blond looked straight at me. “I think he’s upstairs in his room,” he said and I smiled and left them to whatever the hell it was that they were doing.

Going up the stairs, I really wished I had at least some of Sophie’s memories. I had to open a couple of doors before I saw my murderer lying on a bed, looking alive as ever. I tried to hold back the terrible need to kill him as I closed the door behind me.

“Had a nice walk?” Jack said, looking up from some boring ass book he was reading.

“Lovely,” I said and made my way to the edge of the bed. I slowly climbed on top and straddled him. I could feel him getting harder beneath me. Yes, I wanted to kill him for what he’d done to me, but now I had more important things on my mind: like getting a nice and long and hard fuck. And I already knew Jack could provide in that department. I could always kill him later after he’d satisfied my needs. Let me tell you something livings: being dead sucks and sex and food are two of the things you’ll miss the most. If you weren’t a fan of either in life, then I guess being a ghost might be fun for you, but if you liked either of these things, stay alive as long as possible. Or don’t. I don’t really give a fuck. And now that I had a physical body again, I only had one thing on my mind. I kissed Jack deeply and he was eager to return my kiss. He dropped the book to the side.

“What’s gotten into you, Sophie? We made love the whole night,” he said as he took hold of my waist, his manly hands holding me in place. It felt so good to be in a man’s arms again. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jack, not make love to me.”

I didn’t let him say another words as I put my mouth to his. I took off the dreadful jeans Sophie always wore (a skirt couldn’t hurt her once in awhile, could it? especially with a boyfriend like Jack) and I worked on releasing the rising beast from Jack’s own jeans. I didn’t have time to take his whole pants off, I was so fucking horny. I just opened them enough for a relatively comfortable quick fuck. I held his throbbing member in my hands and it felt so good to feel real live flesh again. I sucked him like he’d never been sucked before and he moaned in surprise. I was so fucking wet I quickly straddled him and lowered myself on his thick rod.

“Shit! Condom, Sophie!”

“No Jack,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you come inside of me.”

That shut him up fast because his hands were back on my hips. I rode him long and hard and screamed on in ecstasy as he thrusted from underneath me.

“Oh, God, Jack! Fuck yeah! Fuck that pussy!” I screamed in ecstasy.

Jack put one hand on my mouth, but he didn’t stop fucking me from underneath, his hips and thighs working in overdrive. “Shh,” he whispered. “They’ll hear.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said and rode him harder just to show him I meant business. He let out a loud grunt himself, barely able to contain the ecstasy he felt. I bet Sophie never made him feel this good. I was doing her a favor really by fucking her boyfriend this good.

I came. My first orgasm since being dead and it felt so fucking awesome. It was then that Jack took complete charge. Still inside me, he held me in his strong arms and in seconds I was on my back, his big beautiful body on top of mine. He continued to fuck me harder and harder, banging away like I remembered back on the island, only this felt so much better. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t have a physical body for so long, or because of something else, but frankly I didn’t care. I let myself over to the ecstasy that Jack’s throbbing member evoked in me. I came again and again and then finally I felt the sweet, hot cum as Jack came inside me. It was the best feeling in the world. If Sophie regained her body and got pregnant, I would laugh from the grave. But it wasn’t like she couldn’t get an abortion; she enjoyed killing after all, didn’t she? Huh, the irony.