Her brother the ghost(Open to one guy pm only)

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Starr Manning
18
Female
long brown hair, dark green eyes, 5'5, 110 pounds
Sweet, kind hearted, giving and could be a handful at times.

Starr manning sister of Mikey Manning, Mikey was 24 sexy, smart, funny, and could be a real asshole but only if pushed hard to believe he was Starrs best friend. Starr had grown alot in the last two years, she filled out nicely, and the one thing she wanted she could never have her own brother, she had fallen for him not long ago when she was 15 and her first date stood her up and her brother took her out told her she was beautiful, ever since then Mikey was the light in Starrs life, until tradgedy hit her brother was killed in a fateful car accident leaving Starr to take care of herself seeing as her mother was a drunk and her father left years ago, only good thing was that Mikey left all his belongings to his beloved sister.

Now a year after the accident Mikey would return but only she would see him.. but he wouldn't make himself known right away, he wanted to know how she was doing hear all she was thinking..
 
Mikey had been trying to watch out for Starr. He'd always done that before, watching out for her that is. With Mom the way she was and Dad the way he was, someone had to do it. Even though she was 6 years younger than him and they were never at the same school, he always knew what was going on in her life. Maybe he should have been paying more attention in his own life, maybe then he would have seen that car coming and not stopping for the redlight, the drunk driver that hit him that is.

When he first realized that he was no longer alive, after getting over the wonder of it all, he was worried about Starr, what would happen to her now? He was able, he found, to keep an eye on her and see what was going on, but that was it, at first. He could see what was happening, but as unable to do anything about it.

Eventually, he found that he could, in a sense, whisper to people around her, sometimes even to Starr herself and get them to act certain ways. It was almost like he suggested ideas to them though, sometimes they did it, sometimes they didn't. That worked better than just watching, but was still unsatisfying though.

Finally, he learned how to make himself visible. From what he heard, he may even seem to have a physical form, but that part was still a mystery. Tonight, for the first time, he was going to try it. He was going to go to Starr in her room, and talk to her for the first time since that night...
 
Starr

The last few months Starr had been feeling like someone was watching her but perhaps that was just part of her wishing more and more that Mikey would return home, she cried herself to sleep many nights.

Starr came home late after midnight she was in college now so she burned the midnight candle per the expression, she had a late dinner took a nice cool shower damn it sure was hot outside, she pulled on a tight tank-top than showed a little to much but what the hell she had her own dorm room, and she had mathcing short shorts on. her long brown hair hung freely damp against her tanned skin.

After about another hour of intense studying Starr decided to just read some lame romance novel she hadn't gotten much sleep in the last year. She curled up in her bed under the lamp and turned the radio on lighted some candles and just enjoyed the evening air with the window open.

there was that feeling again that someone was watching her.
 
Mikey

Mikey is watching Starr, something he's found himself doing more and more, even at times that he probably shouldn't be. He follows her into the shower, watching her take off her clothes, watching her soaping up her body, washing her hair. He knows she's grown, he knows he would never have seen her like this in life, but he can't stop himself.

As she gets dressed he watches, noticing the way her breasts strain against the tight tank top, the way her ass curves beneath the short shorts, her taut stomach revealed between the two. If he had a physical presence, he knows he'd be hard now, he considers not trying what he has planned, worried that he would freak her out.

As she settles onto her bed with a book, he gets closer to her, trying to get her to feel comfortable, feeling his "presence" or at least his nearness. She seems to have noticed before. He wants her comfortable before he tries the next step.
 
Starr

Starr always felt like someone was near her, sure the dorms could get mighty loud not that she minded the noise eased her mind, sometimes the loneliness made her crazy, she oftened wondered if Mikey ever really would know how she felt about him.. even though it was wrong and thats why she never tried, she had always loved her brother well when she was old enough in ways she knew was wrong.

She had opted writing a letter and leaving it at his grave but what would that make her look like proably crazy. She sighed and closed her eyes it was almost as if he was there.

Now something felt really close she decides concentration to damn hard to read.

She leans over to the bedside table and gets her jornal out and begins writing a simple entry. What in the hell was that feeling she was getting. Was she losing it?
 
Mikey

As he hovers near his sister, trying to comfort her, he watches as she reaches over to her nightstand and takes up her journal. He has often watched as she's written in it, but he's never seen what it is that she writes. The way he is tonight, he can look over her shoulder and watch as she writes.

In one sense, he starts to turn away, after all it's her journal, it's private. But then again, the whole reason he's here is to help her, to look out for her, to protect her. Doesn't he need to know what she's feeling? What she's longing for? What she's afraid of?
 
Starr

Starr debated on what seemed like eternity for what to write about and then she just decided to let her feelings go on paper.

Dear journal,
Okay so it has been a year and a few months since my brother was killed, I am not over it nor will I ever be over it, I regret not saying to him how much he meant to me how much I loved him and loved him way more than I should have. I never got to tell him that I wanted him in more ways then a sister should... and that if given the chance I might have had him be my first, now I can't give myself to anyone cause he was what I wanted. It was wrong then and thinking this is still wrong this much I know. There are some good things I have some good friends classes are going okay.. so its not horrible.

She sighed glad that her entry was over and then put the book away, turned the lamp off it was hot even with the air conditioner on so she left her blanket off and closed her eyes wanting nothing more than to sleep.
 
Mikey

Mikey can't believe what he's reading. He had known that something had been bothering Starr for the past year, something more than just him being dead, but he never would have thought it was this. She wanted him? He thought he had been the only one with those kind of thoughts.

Since he's still not sure if he is actually going to be able to physically manifest himself, he decides to wait for her to go to sleep before trying. Even with the lights off, he can see her perfectly well, the curves of her body beneath the tight shirt and short shorts. He moves onto the bed beside her, at least as well as one can with no physical presence. His hands hover over her, wanting to see what will happen. Perhaps, when she's asleep he can do more.
 
Starr

Starr felt alot better after writing the entry and admitting her feelings even if it was only on paper.. there was noone she could talk to about this cause if she did they would shun her or think she was sick.

She closed her eyes and got mighty comfortable, at least for a few moments anyway, she took a long deep breath and turned on her side as she always did her shirt raised slightly.. she felt that something near again and shrugged thinking it was just her imagination playing tricks on ehr again.. but she swore she felt something.
 
Mikey

Mikey's "hand" hovered over Starr's stomach where her shirt rose up. He could almost feel the heat of her skin. He moves his hand higher, over her breasts. Again, he can almost feel her. As he watches and holds his hand there, he can see her nipples begin to press against the thin material of her tanktop. Maybe she can feel him too...
 
Starr

Starr felt odd like she was turned on or getting aroused but wasn't sure by what... she could feel something, someones hands on her, maybe it was just the fact that she hadn't masturbated in a month or so, so she closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.
 
Mikey

As Starr twists and turns on her bed, Mikey smiles to himself. His hand moves from hovering over her breast, sliding down over her stomach, resting over her shorts. His mouth moves just off of her ear. If he were really there, she could feel his breath.
 
Starr

Starr slowly feel asleep but still felt that damn presense like someone was there almost as if they were touching her but she herself knew that was impossible. She sighed and closed her eyes tighter trying hard to fall asleep.
 
Mikey

Mikey concentrates, thinking about what he's learned, trying to give himself a physical presence. When he thinks it's worked, he lowers his hand, pressing it against the mound of Starr's sex, feeling the soft hardness beneath her shorts. His mouth, mere millimeters from her neck, exhales, his "breath" against her skin. His hope is that she will think she's dreaming, Perhaps what she wrote in her journal will make this easier.
 
Starr

Starr was asleep or so she felt as if she were asleep, she took a long deep breath and bit her lip in her ''Sleep". She sighed as she felt something fingers against the heat of her mound, she was dreaming again dreaming Mikey was home dreaming she told him how she felt dreaming he wanted her the way she wanted him.. god his lips felt so damn good. She slightly spread her legs as she felt as if she was being touched. Then she felt his breath against her skin, she moaned deeply shifting only slightly, this was always the same dream.
 
Mikey

Mikey presses his hand more firmly against her mound, his fingers between her legs, pressing against the lips of her pussy through her shorts. His mouth move closer, kissing the side of her neck. His cock has gotten hard, pressing against her hip.

His hand slides higher, slipping over her tank and up to cup her breast, caressing it, holding it, squeezing it.
 
Starr

Starr's dreams had never felt this real before was she actually dreaming or was she awake and just imagining this was happening, even if Mikey was alive though she was sure this would never happen but it felt so good his hand pressed firmly against her mound and she moved slightly at his touch.

Then she felt hands against her breast and another low moan escaped her lips, nope no dream had ever felt so alive and so real.
 
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