“What have you come up with from your investigation?“ Drew asked Mason as he watched him glide into the living room from the front door.
“So far, nothing tangible“ Mason replied, shaking his head with a sad expression. “You?"
“Same. No trace of us at all“
Drew was disappointed at the outcome of their investigation. They had been trying to find the reason why they were ghosts, and anything that could give them an insight into who they were before they died There were no clues to finding their bodies or even a tomb with their names on it. It seemed like someone had deliberately wiped any trace of their existence.
But, why?
“Let's just hope Calvin comes up with something," Mason sighed.
"Hopefully . That's if he doesn't get distracted playing tricks on stubborn teenagers."
“No, I just made a little diversion on the way," Calvin said from behind them.
“Speak of the devil and he appears," Mason scoffed.
"I would prefer you say, speak of the angel, and he flaps his wings. Why would you call me a devil?“ Calvin whined.
"You're such an idiot. It means the same thing, you dumbass" Drew stated as he glided towards Calvin.
"Did you finish before you got distracted?“ he asked.
"That's if he even started it at all,“ Mason rolled his eyes.
“Lavez-vous fait?" (Did you?) Drew asked Calvin with a stern look.
Calvin was the youngest of the three brothers with Drew being the eldest and Mason in the middle. He was known for his playful ways and for how he always got distracted from handling simple tasks not concerning cooking.
"Hum... en fait, jai de bien meilleures nouvelles que cette tache ennuyeuse que vous mavez confice." (Umm... actually, I have much better news than that boring task you sent me on.)
“And what would be more important than finding out why we are like this? “ Mason asked from the chair he was seated on.
"The fact that Panda is a reporter for the Times Paper. Did you guys know that she actually wore two different shoes to work today?“
“‘Panda?“ they both asked.
“Oui, notre occupant," (Yes, our occupant) Calvin stated like it was obvious.
“You're too stupid for your own good," Mason groaned,
‘It's Amanda, not Panda,“ Drew gritted out.
Calvin shrugged his shoulders. “Don't see the difference. They sound the same to me."
"She is a reporter?“ Drew asked, ignoring the last statement. He found it surprising that Amanda was working in that field. Her constant chaos in the house made him think no company would hire her. but she had proved him wrong yet again.
“Duh, that's what I just said a second ago. Has the ghost attribute taken away your hearing ability?“ Calvin asked but was smacked on the back of his head by Drew.
“Of course, I heard you for the first time. I just needed clarification that you weren't practicing your stupidity.“
“Attendez une minute!" (Wait a minute)
Mason shouted as he sprang up from the chair. Calvin and Drew stopped their bickering and looked toward him like he was crazy.
“Quoi? (What?)‘ They both asked in unison.
"This can help us in getting the information we need," he replied, looking from Drew to Calvin.
‘Bro, I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you sure you have not contracted a virus or any of those flues going around?“ Calvin asked.
“Shut up, Cal Ghosts can't get such things."‘
“Oh, that's true."
"I wonder how you were able to graduate from culinary school. There's basically nothing in your head apart from how to eat and prepare dishes."
“More like how to use different spices in carrying out revenge,” Drew chipped him
“Now, you guys are just being mean. Preservation of spices and its incorporation into food for the detriment of an individual who has caused havoc on the nation is what I call saving the earth. C'est un art!" (It's an art)
"More like an extermination," Mason corrected.
Calvin facepalmed “You guys are never going to give up that topic?"
“Non (Nope)!" they both replied.
“C'est amusant de vous taquiner avec ca (It's fun teasing you with it)" Drew concluded, and they all burst into laughter.
“Anyway, what was all that rambling about earlier?" Drew asked Mason.
“Oh, right. It's just a hypothesis."
“Let's hear it. And please try not to go into your mad scientist mode. Some of us only understand seasoning fish and how to make the spiciest food ever,“ Calvin complained.
"That someone being you, not me," Drew cut in from beside Calvin.
‘Don't worry, I won't let him know he's talking to two dumb people."
"Calvin!" Drew shouted. "Just keep your mouth shut and let Mason speak."
'D'accord (Alright)" Calvin surrendered. He made a motion of his hand, zipping his mouth and throwing the key away.
“Now that we've settled that, Mason, please fill us in on this hypothesis of yours," Drew stated.
“Okay. You remember Calvin mentioning that Amanda is a reporter?“
‘Yes...‘ Drew drawled trying to see how that connected with whatever Mason wanted to say.
‘Don't forget the two different shoes. It was—“ Calvin whispered to Mason but stopped midway when he noticed Drew glaring daggers at him.
“Sorry. Mason, please carry on,“ he coughed out, pretending like nothing had happened.
Mason ignored him and continued with his speech. ‘If we want to find out about what happened to us, then a newspaper Company would be our best shot. There's no way they wouldn't have any reports concerning the incident."
Drew thought about it for a minute, concluding that it was a good idea. ‘I see your point. But you have to consider that we've gone through every existing newspaper in the archives of the state library. There was nothing concerning any incident about us. How are you so sure that they would have info about us? They are more involved in the lifestyle of cele—“
“Celebrities!“ Calvin finished for him.
"Exactly!" Mason supported.
“Still don't get it,‘ Drew stated, confused.
“And they say I'm the dull one,“ Calvin scoffed.
‘Yes, you are!" Drew and Mason shouted.
“Anyway, since the only memory of ourselves is the fact that we were professional chefs before whatever happened, happened. I think our best shot at getting more info on ourselves would be the company she's working with. They must have an article concerning us!"
‘That's a good idea But, how do we get her to help us? She can't even see or hear us," Calvin reminded them.
‘Then, we make sure she notices our presence. It's time to bring out your creative disturbance, Cal," Drew smirked.
"Your wish is my command sire,“ Calvin replied in mock salute.
Gradually, prank ideas started to take form in their minds.
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His hands held the sides of my head as he began thrusting into my mouth, loud grunts leaving his mouth. His head was tipped backwards in pleasure and his moans were driving me nuts with pleasure. There was a feeling of pride in hearing him express the effect I had on him through his moans. It was fuel for me to do more. I took more of him into my mouth as my hands moved down between my legs to pleasure myself.I could feel he was close to the edge and I rubbed myself quickly, hoping to come along with him. Within seconds, he stiffened and I could feel warm liquid slip into my mouth. My orgasm hit me immediately like a wave and my legs shook with pleasure. I took all of his cum, swallowing them and not letting any slip out of my mouth. “God, you are incredible,“ Drew muttered, watching me swallow his cum. I giggled in response, standing up from my kneeling position. “Come here," he commanded, drawing me close to him. He kissed me deeply and senselessly. “You are going to be the deat
I ran the water in my bathroom, hoping to take a quick shower before going to work. The coffee had helped in waking my sleepy bones but I still felt weak. If only I could spend the day indoors and not go to work, I thought. But that would never happen. Leslie would see it as an opportunity to chastise me and give me a query. That was something I wasn't interested in. The water heated up and I quickly jumped into the shower. I squeezed a reasonable amount of my shower gel into my hands and applied it to my body. I didn't bother with washing my hair because that would take more of my time which was the opposite of what I wanted to achieve. After applying the shower gel to my body, I ducked my head under the shower to rinse the soap off. The action prompted me to close my eyes to prevent the soapy water from entering them. I felt a hand wrap around my waist and I jumped in shock thinking an intruder had entered my house. I opened my eyes quickly to see who it was, forgetting that I st
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. My head felt like there were so many pins attached to it and I couldn't make clear what happened the previous night. I was tired and felt like I had been run over by a truck. Fuck, I am never letting Cassie take me clubbing again. I muttered "I support that idea," Drew chuckled, walking into my room with a cup of coffee. He was shirtless and I got a flashback of what happened the previous night. He had given me the best orgasm of my life and unfortunately I had slept off after it. My body was exhausted. Although the release had helped in calming down the stress hormones raging around me. Drew strolled towards me and handed the coffee to me. I smiled and gladly took it from his hands, muttering a thank you. I blew on the hot coffee and took a sip. God, it was marvelous. I moaned in satisfaction, enjoying how he took great precaution in making it just how I loved it. “God, this is amazing,“ I moaned. Drew chuckled. “Only you think that
Drew leaned forward slowly, eyeing my lips, seeking permission to ask for more. I didn't deny him. I let him indulge just as I was enjoying the indulgence myself.We connected again and continued kissing on my bed. I slid further into the bed drawing him along with me. The kiss altered from rough to slow and sensual. I had to give him credit for being able to bring me to my knees with a kiss. His hands continued to explore my body. They ran the length of my body, cupping my breast and I ached into him. He dragged his hands down my abdomen, then further down my leg before he slowly slid up my thighs leaving a trail of fire in their path. A pool of wetness gathered between my thighs as I waited in anticipation for his hands to get to their destination. I spread my legs further apart giving him the permission he needed to touch me deeply. I have craved this for so long and it was about to happen. I couldn't help but Iean into his touch. A soft moan escaped me as he sucked on my bottom
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