Smith creeped up the stairs and stopped in front of Brandon's door. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.
It happened slowly and came as a tingling sensation in his fingers and toes that began travelling inward, followed closely by a warm numbness. In less than two minutes, he opened his eyes and stared down at his transparent form. He smiled grimly. This is what serving in the marines had reduced him to. Some kind of unnatural spirit.
Phasing silently through the door, Smith took a quick peek into Brandon's room. He sighed quietly; he had hoped to find Brandon asleep--it was simply easier for Smith to take over an unconscious body.
Smith sighed again, but now in resignation. Brandon was very much awake, tapping away on his phone. There was going to be a struggle.
Brandon grinned, perched at the edge of his desk chair, staring down into his phone. He typed quickly and stopped. Ding. His grin widened and he texted again. Smith watched him incuriously, floating just above him. Brandon, blissfully unaware of the eyes on him, stretched luxuriously, and settled back in his chair, a contented smile on his face.
Smith drifted closer, scrutinizing his brother. He eyed Brandon's leaner frame beneath his undershirt and shrugged. He would be a better fit than Jake. Without wasting another moment, he sped towards his youngest brother and dove into his chest.
Brandon started back, his phone clattering to the floor. He gripped his armrests as Smith pushed further into him. "W-what's hap-pening?" he managed to chatter out before throwing his head back in a groan.
Smith grunted, halfway in. He maneuvered until he was behind Brandon. Twisting, he pushed his larger legs down into Brandon's. He stopped three-fourths of the way in, having reached the bottom. He curved himself to match Brandon's position, grinding his hips against his brother's butt, slowly pushing into place.
Brandon cried out weakly, feeling his ass and dick fill up with the unseen force. He attempted to rise, leaning forward.
"Sorry, Brandon," Smith muttered. "I just need a break." He reached forward and drew Brandon back down on top of him, phasing his muscled chest into Brandon's considerably thinner one. Brandon thrashed, feeling impossibly full as Smith aligned himself and reached his hands in. Brandon's arms went numb as Smith crammed in.
Satisfied, Smith rested his head against Brandon's and pushed forward. Brandon was sobbing quietly as control of his body was stolen from him. With a final heave, Smith pushed his head completely in.
Brandon trembled, gripping the armrests tightly as he silently fought back against the spirit. He spasmed slightly, his chest and abs rippling as Smith settled in. He blinked once. Twice. He sagged forward.
Slowly, he sat up, staring at the poster covered wall across from him. His hands reached up to touch his face. He stared at his hands and quickly got up, walking to the full length mirror. He stared at himself silently for several moments before breaking into a grin.
"It worked," Brandon smiled smugly. His hands trailed up his lean chest before falling down towards his jeans. Looking up into the mirror, he winked. "Ready to start my vacation now."
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