From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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Potential

By Bistander

Chapter 32

Sick as Their Secrets




Deana saw Gloria passing her door and said, “You need a bigger towel. I can see your butt.”

Gloria poked her head in, scanned the room, and said, “I bet that shirt doesn't cover all of yours either. Turn around.”

As if she wasn't sure, Deana smirked and reached behind her. “Oops, but you got a whole lot more sexy showing, and I'm in my room, getting ready for bed. You, you're out there. So get in here. You got something to tell me.”

Gloria checked over her shoulder and closed the door. “I do?”

Yes. Sit.” She grabbed the desk chair and whirled it around. “I'll brush your hair while you explain.”

Explain?” Gloria wrapped the towel higher on her chest and sat. “Explain what?”

Deana stood behind her sister and turned the chair so it faced the mirror. “Why Mom thinks you were at Jayda's and you weren't?” She's so fuckin' cute, Deana thought, and sexy.

How do you know where I wasn't?”

I don't know where, but I know who.”

Gloria's eyes widened. “Does Mom know?”

Don't think so, but I can't believe you'd keep this from me.” She worked the brush through Gloria's hair. “You got a message from Darlene.”

I did?” Gloria's cheeks flushed. “Did you read it?”

Dah, how else would I know it was for you?”

Oh, yeah, well, what did she say?”

I'm more interested in what your face is telling me.” She pinched her sister's cheek and said, “You're smitten.”

Am not!”

Then you better give your face the message. Oh, Darlene said to tell you she had a wonderful time.”

Mm, it was, but I still can't believe it.”

Neither can I. How did you hook up with Darlene?”

Who said anything about hooking up?”

She wrapped her hands around Gloria's neck and made her squirm and giggle. “Tell me!”

Okay, okay, stop, I'll tell you, but it wasn't like what you're thinking. What happened isn't the kind of thing you plan. It just happens, sometimes.”

Deana squinted an eye. “Really?”

Keep brushing. It feels good.” Gloria leaned her head forward. “Don't be mad, but I asked Darlene to tell me about the first time. I wanted to be prepared, you know, if Evan ever . . .”

That's fine, but how did you get from talking about sex with a boy to that glowing after sex face?”

I didn't know it would happen, except, maybe I was hoping it would?”

Okay, and it did.” She pulled down on Gloria's hair, forcing her to look in the mirror. “And, it was really good, I guess?”

It was unbelievable . . . incredible but—” Gloria closed her eyes.

What's wrong?” She rubbed her sister's shoulders while she waited.

I'm scared,” Gloria said.

Deana tossed the brush on the bed, straddled Gloria's lap, and sat, facing her. “Of what?” She wiped a tear from Gloria's cheek.

It's nothing.”

"Baby girl, no more secrets, we agreed.”

It's stupid, but I think I love her.”

That was obvious from the starry-eyed daze, but Deana suspected there was more. “It's scary not knowing if someone feels the same way you do. Is there something else? You afraid of being like me?”

No, Dee, it's not like that. I mean it is scary, thinking about that, but that's not it.” She threw her arms around Deana's neck and held on tight.

Ah, baby, you're shivering. Come on.” She pulled Gloria up and walked her backward to the bed. They got in, covered up, and turned on their sides, facing each other. They shared a pillow. “Shh, I hear someone. Pretend you're sleeping.”

After their mother popped her head in, whispered something, and turned off the light, Deana threaded her leg between Gloria's. “What could be more terrifying than wondering if you're gay?”

Gloria tightened her thighs on Deana's leg and exhaled. The air caught in her throat. It was almost a sob. “Dee, it was so much more than anything that has ever happened to me. It was like . . . um, I don't know.”

Like it was your first time?”

Gloria nodded and wiped her eyes. “I guess. It was beautiful. She made me cry when I came. That has never happened before. I think she did, too. Does that mean I'm in love?”

Could be, and there isn't anything wrong with that.”

But there is,” Gloria said. “There's a lot wrong with it. I barely know her, and what about Evan?”

Deana's mind went to the worst possible thing, the fear that had pushed her into losing her cherry, but she said, “You would feel like you're cheating on one of them, right?”

I guess, but there's more to it than that, and it's probably all crazy stuff in my head.”

For the second time, Deana said, “No more secrets,” and a guilty feeling prickled in her stomach.

Dee, remember how I freaked out after meeting Aunt Sally because of her eyes? They were like mine, exactly like mine, and they gave me a funny feeling when I stared into them?”

Yeah, of course.”

It was the same with Darlene. I didn't know what it was, but ever since the mall when I looked at her eyes, I felt something. Today, when she kissed me goodbye and got out of the car in front of that trailer, I was sure. She lives where Mom grew up. Did you know that? In the same trailer park Mom took me to the day we were at Aunt Sally's. Darlene lives there.”

She struggled to find the appropriate words, and Gloria mistook her stunned silence. “I knew you were gonna think it was stupid. Maybe it is?”

No, baby, no, it's not.” Deana rolled on her back and sucked in a huge breath. “Not at all.” Her heart was racing.

What is it, what happened?” Gloria propped her head up and looked down at Deana. “I see it on your face, you know something.”

Shit, I thought I was nuts.” How much could she really tell Gloria? “She kissed me and I saw it. I didn't know what it was, but I see it now. You and Darlene have the same beautiful eyes. You could be sisters. Is that what's worse, you could be in love with your sister?”

Sisters!”

No, Mom isn't old enough, but cousins,” Deana said. “Did your aunt have a baby?”

That she gave up? No, I don't think so. Mom would have told me, right?”

Deana glanced at the girl's tit resting on her arm and burned with guilt, remorse, and desire. “Not if she keeps secrets the way we do.” She used the sheet to dry her eyes. “I'm really sorry I do that . . . with you of all people. You're the only one who keeps a secret the way I do, so I should trust you with everything. I'm sorry.”

It's okay, Dee, I love you and always will, no matter what you tell me. So what is it?

I'm not a virgin.”

Oh. Who was it?”

Gloria, I, ah, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’m sorry.

It's okay, Dee. Was it Evan?

Mmhm, yeah, we did . . . do,” Deana said. “He was my first and only. I'd never have done it with another boy.”

It's fine, really.”

No, I should have told you. I guess I didn't want you to think you shouldn't because of me. I know how much you love him, and I love Rebecca, I just needed to know what it's like, and—”

And make sure it was because you wanted to and with someone who loves you the way you love them?”

You're so smart.” She squeezed Gloria's face, made matching fish lips, and kissed her.

Were you scared?”

Terrified, and Evan didn't want to.” Deana smiled as she remembered losing her virginity. “He did, but he was more afraid than I was. We are twins, so it took some work to get him to do it.”

Hmm, maybe you can help me if I want to?”

Deana pulled Gloria on top of her and rested her hands on the girl's butt. “I think I can help, but it might mean I'll be there with you when it happens?”

I'd love it if you were there with me . . . more than anything.”

Can I be your bridesmaid when you get married?”

Who else would I ask?”

Maybe Darlene?”

After today, I might marry her, but seriously, it doesn't matter who I marry, I'd pick you, Dee. I love you more than anyone in the world.”

What about Evan?”

Gloria shrugged. “You're kinda a package deal. It'd be hard to imagine you without him.”

You saying you would share?”

I already am . . . with—What about Mom?”

She looped her legs over the backs of Gloria's. “Would it bother you?”

Not if it means my dream would come true.”

Deana sighed. “What dream?”

A baby sister. Mom was pregnant.”

The blood drained from Deana's face. “You and your dreams.” That one better not come true.

Don't you have dreams that are so real you think it happened when you wake up?”

She blew out a long breath and rubbed Gloria's legs with her feet. What would happen if she told Gloria everything that happened when Evan made her cum? Or what was in Cindy's head? “No, but I have daydreams, sort of. Not normal ones. Ah, never mind.”

You promised, no more secrets. What is it you don't want me to know? I can tell there's something.”

God, I'm becoming so transparent. “What would you think if I said I see things? No, it's more like know things, feel them.”

Gloria shivered. “Ooh, spooky. What am I feeling right now?”

She wrapped her legs around the girl's narrow waist. “You're thinking I'm crazy.” I probably am.

I don't, but you need to tell me what it is you know or think you know.”

I think Aunt Sally knows. I didn't tell her, but we were hugging, and I kinda felt like she knew something.”

Knows?” Gloria's face turned white. “About me or you? What if she tells Mom? Oh, God, we can't let that happen.” Gloria sat up on Deana's stomach. “We can't, can't, can't let Mom find out.”

Shh, take it easy. It's gonna be okay.”

No, if Mom finds out, it won't be okay, not for her or you,” Gloria said. “He told me he would send Mom away and fuck you . . . put a baby in you. He told me that, if I ever tell he'll fuck you and make you have a baby. I'd never let him do that to you.”

Deana wasn't sure if she was gonna puke, faint, or scream. That mother fucker had told her the same thing about Gloria. She sat up and Gloria slid down between her thighs so they were face to face. Breathe, she told herself. “It's a lie, baby, it's all a lie. He told me the same thing about you to keep me quiet. Secrets, that's the problem with secrets, our fuckin' secrets. They made me think it was my fault. I was blaming myself for what was happening.”

Me too, sometimes.” Gloria snuffed and wiped her nose on her arm. “But Darlene helped me realize it wasn't my fault. But Mom still can't know. What are we gonna do?”

I know she can't. Not Evan, either. He would end up doing something stupid and get hurt.”

Again,” Gloria said. “I think dad gave him that black eye he had. I dreamed about it.”

It was just a feeling. Maybe I was wrong? But if I ask Sally, she'll really know. I get the feeling Aunt Sally would do more than tell Mom.”

Me too.” Gloria buried her face in the crook of Deana's neck. “I hope your feelings aren't like my dreams have been.”

Do you have her number?”

Gloria shook her head. “Cindy should.”

Cindy, our cousin? Why would she have Aunt Sally's number? They don't know each other.”

I'm pretty sure they do. I was listening to my aunt on the phone, she didn't know, but I was, and she said Cindy more than once.”

That doesn't make any more sense than me thinking I know what Sally was thinking. “Let's lay down and hold each other,” Deana said. “We'll figure something out tomorrow.” Like where to get a gun, Deana thought.



Candy and Sally were still sitting on the bedroom floor, at the foot of the bed. Sally was holding Candy's head to her chest. “You can't leave me alone tonight,” Candy said. “Stay here.”

Baby, I can't . . . you know that,” Sally said and kissed Candy on the head.

Why not? He's thousands of miles away.”

It doesn't matter, I can't. Too many bad things happened here.”

That was years ago.” She pushed back and looked up. “What, tell me?”

You don't want to know.”

Damn it, Sally, I do. I'm sick of the secrets. Everyone is keeping secrets. Tell me?” She saw her sister's face darken.

When I was eight months pregnant,” Sally pointed through the archway, “John bent me over that desk and fucked me in the ass so hard I pissed all over the floor. And in this bed, he held me face down in Sandra's pillow, and fucked me. He called it role play, but it wasn't. I had to smell Sandy the whole time he was raping me. Then I felt guilty for making him horny. That's why he had to do it, because I dressed too sexy, or my tits were too big, or my ass was made for it. I was already getting fucked by all those boys at school. That's what he told me, and I believed that mother fucker.”

Candy's sobs were convulsive, but she wouldn't look away from Sally. Her sister had it worse than she ever did. No wonder Sally ran away. “I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever made you come here.”

It's not your fault, Candy. None of this is our fault . . . it was John.”

Candy nodded, wiped snot on her sleeve, and let Sally stroke her hair. “You shouldn't be alone tonight,” Sally said. “I don't wanna be alone, either. Come with me. Stay at my house, and tomorrow I'll tell you everything . . . everything that I can.”

The kids?”

Leave a note, and call them early. They'll be fine.”

Of course they would, Candy thought, they're more grown-up than I feel.



The following morning, after reading his mother's note, Evan had gone to the mall. He was in and out faster than he made it through Target when Deana was with him. That day, he pulled one over on his all-knowing sister and secretly ordered a ring for her, too. It was the best trip to the mall, ever. It was still hard to believe that the junior high fantasy of having sex in a change room had happened with Deana. In the safe bubble of summer vacation, without his father around, that was fantastic, nothing to worry about. What about next week or when school started?

Three girls in the same house were going to have rings that Evan gave them. If Rebecca came to dinner, it would be four. Candy's would be on her toe, and his father probably never looked at her feet, but Deana was going to have to make up a story about why they all had the same tri-band rings. Although, they weren't identical. Deana's was different from the rest. It cost more; the bands were genuine gold and silver, and the center band of gold was wider than the outer silver and white gold rings. He was relieved that it came in before he'd given Rebecca and Gloria theirs, but now that he was home, ready to give it to Deana, Evan was jittery. They couldn't get any closer mentally, physically, or emotionally than they had during sex, but in Evan's mind, placing a ring on Deana's finger felt more like a proposal than a symbol of their forever bond.

Unlike Rebecca, Gloria, and Candy, who could choose any three people for the bands to represent, Deana would know what it meant the second she saw it. Like the three pieces of metal, permanently joined, they were a union of three. It had been that way since they shared a womb, and even after their mother's death, they felt the presence of a third. Lately, that seemed stronger, at least to him. Deana might feel that, too, but would she tell him who she thought it was?



Outside Becky's door, Jason groaned at the sight of the empty bed. Sex had made him crave more sex, but once again, his sister wasn't waiting for him. The girl had always been at least as horny as he was, so what had Becky been doing to keep herself satisfied?

The other day, while wearing leggings with a hole cut in them, Becky wanted to sit on his dick even though they knew their mother was going to walk into the room. Amazingly, he had refused, and that was the last time the girl offered anything. It would suck if I had to go back to finding weird places to jerk off in order to get relief.

Jason snapped the waistband of his boxers on his erection and pulled his shirt down over the few inches that were exposed. Maybe Becky was in the kitchen eating a banana again?

When he turned the corner, Jason's heart jerked in his chest. What the fuck was their mother doing home, again? He stepped back out of sight and took a second to consider his options. What could be more bizarrely exciting than beating off while Mom is right there? He peeked into the room and saw his mother's pantie-covered cheeks sticking out below her shirt.

Becky's partially exposed butt, enticing him, that was something Jason had been dealing with for years. But, Mary Barnes, the woman he called Mom, she did not come out of her room dressed like that. He reevaluated his options and looked again. What the fuck, something wasn't right. Why was his sister sitting on the counter in front of their mother? Jason glanced down to make sure the boner under his shirt wasn't obvious, then eased into the room. The radio on the counter masked whatever conversation was happening, but Becky's expression suggested it was serious. That didn't make sense, though, unless she was in trouble for sitting on the counter. He could see her legs dangling at their mother's sides.

Jason crossed the room without giving himself away. Their mother's white cotton panties were in reach. Blood pulsed past his waistband into the angry purple knob pressed to his stomach. Becky clasped her fingers, straightened her arms above their mother's head, and lowered them to their mother’s shoulders. They tightened on Mary's neck. It seemed to be an unnatural expression of daughterly affection. Becky's legs rose and hooked above their mother's hips. His heartbeat increased as she crossed her ankles and squeezed the woman's waist. Their mother's shirt rose, showing Jason more of her backside. Blood roared in his ears, and the radio became a distant dreamy sound. Holy shit, this is a dream, Jason thought, as Becky's fuckin' girlish pigtails danced about while she made out with their mother.

No, Jason corrected himself, my mother is a sexy MILF, and she's going at it with her teenage daughter. I'm watching my favorite kind of porn unfold right in front of me. There was only one thing left to do, exactly what would happen in one of those FamilyStrokes movies when two family members get caught by a third, he should join in.

Now that the shoe was on Jason's foot, Evan's words from way back in the school cafeteria had merit. Not about Becky; they had a history of fooling around, so it had been easy to fuck her; his mother was different. Mary Barnes was the adult in Jason’s life, his mother, the authority figure he had to listen to. If he whipped his cock out and grabbed her ass the way it happens in porn, she would turn into Mommy and scream. Wouldn't she?

But, my mother’s tongue is in her daughter's mouth? He watched as his sister's hand moved in slow motion to the cone-shaped tit. Becky is feeling up Mom. Fuck you, Evan, Jason thought and lowered his boxers. His cock lumbered forward and bobbed at ninety degrees. The emerging purple tip was only inches from his mother's ass. Becky stopped kissing their mother's neck and peeked through a cloak of brown hair. Her legs straightened and her toes clawed at his hips, drawing him closer. He grabbed her ankles and pulled Becky toward him, sandwiching their mother between his groin and what he imagined to be Becky's bald pussy.

Their mother startled, but Becky said, “Shh, it's okay, Mommy, it's okay.”

He rested his hands on the woman's wide, childbearing hips, and hunched, rubbing against her round ass. His sister collected their mother's hair, lifted it atop her head, exposing the woman's sensual neck. He kissed it. Mary shrugged protectively, but he used his teeth, and their mother's head flopped to the side with a sigh of resignation. Becky whispered, “Mommy, you deserve this.”

Becky guided his hands to the tits he'd dreamed about ever since that night he saw her naked in the bathroom. Is that why she hadn't locked the door? He imagined all this time his mother had hoped for something like this. Through the thin material, he rolled the hard nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His mother's exhale ended in a whimper. Her body swayed side-to-side, and his rigid cock slid under the back of her shirt and across the soft cotton panties.

No, honey, no, we can't do this.”

The words and tone were clear, but their mother wasn't pushing or turning away. He put his hands on her stomach. It tightened, and Jason's mind shuddered. His mother was hunching, grinding on his erection. “Jason, ah, no, no, we shouldn't do this.”

Shh, Mom.” Becky placed her fingers across their mother's lips. “We should, Mommy, we should.”

It was hard for Jason to breathe. The woman he called Mommy when he learned to talk was sucking his sister's fingers. Becky was feeding them in and out, deeper and deeper. Mary's lips clung to them and were drawn out the way Jason imagined would happen if she were sucking a dick. He dropped a hand from her tit. The material stretched over the thick mound of pubic hair had a springy feel under his fingertips. He grabbed his mother’s pubic bone, pulled back and shoved his groin into her. Moisture soaked through the panties as moans vibrated out of his mother's throat. Becky was panting.

Jason knew what his sister's nod meant. Their mother stiffened when his fingers tucked inside her underwear. “Honey, we shouldn't. This isn't right.”

Mmhmm.” He nodded, kissed her ear, and pushed his fingertips down through his mother's bush. The wet and slippery flesh opened for his fingers, and Jason slid them back and forth, bumping over the biggest clit he'd ever touched. Mary Barnes whimpered, “Mmmah, ah, nooooohahhh.”

Becky tried to lift their mother's shirt, but she resisted until it was under her breasts, then Becky's pleading eyes made the woman raise her arms. The tits tumbled free, jiggled, and expanded into cones capped with long pointy nipples. Still afraid of a firm rejection, Jason lowered the panties. His mother moaned with her bottom lips firmly between Becky's teeth. He waited with his dick in his hand until Mary stepped out of the garment that shackled her ankles, then Jason guided his erection between her legs. The hot wetness made him jerk. He reached around and pushed the head deeper into the lush womanly folds. “Mm, Mom.” Was that him asking permission? Jason didn't know, but it didn't matter anyway. The tip of his cock was in position, pointing straight up into the hole that had birthed him.

Mary hunched and Jason thrust. They both made a noise that conveyed their shock. Jason didn't know if his mother's sound said, I shouldn't be doing this, and Mary didn't know if her son was saying, why did I do it? Becky grinned, and that was all Jason needed. He shoved upward and filled his mother with all of him. It wasn't the fisting grip that he fought all the way to the deepest part of his sister's body, but an overwhelming sense of awe still swept through Jason. He was fully engulfed in the most important person in his world. Now, all he needed to know was how his mother felt about having his dick stuffed inside her.

Go ahead, Jay Jay, fuck me, fuck your mommy.”

If he lived forever and had millions of partners, Jason knew he would never hear words more erotic than those. They looped in his mind while his body moved, hunching and thrusting. Holy shit, I'm fucking my mother.

Mary backed Jason up as she bent over and braced her elbows on the edge of the counter. He slowed the slapping rhythm and looked past his mother's head. I knew it, he thought. Becky's nightshirt was bunched at the top of her parted thighs, and her bald pussy was exposed in front of their mother's face. Becky smiled at him, and Jason knew the little vixen had set this whole thing up.

Oh, God, Becky, you let him put that thing in you, really?”

Yes, Mommy, yes, I let him shove that giant thing inside me. Isn't it good?”

Oh, yes, yes it is.”

The incestuous act, Becky's words, admitting she had sex with him, and his mother's pussy were too much for Jason. He couldn't pace himself, make himself slow down, or take a second to ask; he let his orgasm happen and pumped the whole time his seed was pouring out inside their mother.



Stop and smell the roses,” came to Candy's mind. Had she ever relaxed and listened to the birds? She thought, there must be more of them at Sally's house. At home, they aren't this loud and don't sing so many different songs. Candy wondered, is this the life I could have had?

The warming rays of the morning sun soothed her skin. The sound and sight of her big sister's body slicing through the water did the same for Candy's mind. Sally had already done fifteen laps and showed no sign of slowing. The woman was as powerful as she was beautiful and sexy. Maybe that was why Candy had a peaceful night’s sleep?

It had been like their childhood, sharing a bed. No matter what the problem, Sally's strong arms, their naked flesh pressed together, and her big sister's calming voice always made Candy feel better. Even when Candy found out she was pregnant, the most terrifying thing for a girl to hear, with Sally by her side, Candy didn't panic. Sally had always given her the two things missing from Candy's adult life, hope, and courage.

It might have been her little girl fantasies or youthful naivety, but Candy wouldn't give up her baby, no matter what. They would raise Gloria together. Sally had broken Candy's heart when she gave up the beautiful red-headed baby girl. That was probably the reason she made Bobby cum in her, to force Sally to raise a baby with her. That had been their dream since they knew what a baby was.

Fantasy or ignorance, with or without Sally and Bobby, it didn't matter, Candy would raise Gloria. It was terrifying, and Candy didn’t know how she’d do it, but as the baby grew inside her, so did her maternal instincts. Candy had the heart of a lioness when Gloria was born, and she would do whatever had to be done. Sally had to strip and sell herself to survive; Candy had done the same, except she didn't know that was the choice she made, and in the end, it may not have protected Gloria. If Sally was right, Candy would kill him.

With her eyes closed, facing the sun, Candy tried to only focus on the yellow behind her eyelids.

Morning, baby girl,” Sally said and kissed Candy's forehead. “You sleep well?”

Mmhm, I did . . . because you were there with me.” She watched Sally dry off, then traced the word Candy on her sister's groin. The curly script was connected from the Y back to the C and there were tiny hearts at each end. “It's beautiful.”

Sally pointed at the tail of the letter Y. “You see how it loops back through and around to the beginning? That's an infinity symbol of our never-ending love.”

Candy leaned forward and kissed Sally's stomach. “I should get one like that with your name.”

Or Cindy.” Sally held Candy's head against her body. “She loves you so much.”

Me too.” She inhaled a long, slow breath.

Shh, it's okay, baby, it's going to be okay.”

It was unlikely anything would ever be okay again, but Candy shut down the urge to cry and said, “I know.”

Sally asked, “Can we go in? Let's talk the way we did when we were kids.”

Fine, but no more keeping stuff from me.”



Inside, Sally gulped down a glass of water while Candy fixed two cups of coffee. They went into the living room. Candy sat on the floor with her back to the couch, and Sally sat facing her, leaning against a loveseat. They extended their legs and pressed the bottoms of their feet together. Sally's toes wiggled and curled, playing with Candy's. “Naked talks on the floor while playing footsies, jeez, we are regressing.”

I guess,” Sally shrugged, “but we had to grow up fast, so why not have fun?”

We might as well start out having fun, Candy thought. She doubted it would last long. “You have a sixty-thousand dollar car, and,” she waved her arm, gesturing around the massive room, “this. So, how did you get from not being able to afford a phone call, to this?”

It was a hundred-thousand,” Sally sighed, “and the house is owned by my production company. We have another one not too far from here and two in California.”

You own a production company and houses? How did that happen?”

It's a long story, but the short version is, at sixteen, while giving lap dances and blow jobs, I got my big break in porn.”

The word porn seemed to suck the air out of the room, and Candy gasped. “You can't do that at sixteen. That's exploiting minors or something.” What did I think she was doing?

Things have changed since Traci Lords started at fifteen, but with these,” Sally handled her giant breasts, “and my big ass, and plenty of experience, it was easy. I had pretty good fake credentials, and let's face it, they wanted to believe it. Young sells, especially now.”

Questions flooded Candy's mind, but she was afraid to ask. Her sister had probably experienced horrible things that were worse than sucking dicks for money, and Candy could hardly wrap her head around that.

Sally must have read her expression and said, “It wasn't that bad, not for me. I didn't get hooked on drugs or take any shit, and I was smart and lucky.”

You were sixteen, away from home, alone, and getting fucked in movies for money. How is any of that not bad?”

Okay, so there were some bad times, but considering how it turned out, it wasn't that bad. After my first jobs as a fluffer, I had some small parts that weren't great, then I started doing things, really not doing things, that were quickly going to end my career, but with a little foresight and luck, things worked out.”

I don't know anything about the pornography business. I don't even watch porn.”

Sally chuckled. “Really? What about—”

That's not porn, it's, ah . . . a fetish, I guess.” And a horrible invasion of privacy, Candy thought.

Relax, Candy, I was joking. I can't explain everything, but if you get a chance, listen to Jon Ronson's podcast, The Butterfly Effect. It's fascinating, and it will help you put some of what I tell you in context.”

Is it going to make me feel better about you having to do the things you did?”

I doubt it, but it'll maybe help you understand why fetishes or specialized porn made me enough money to come back here and help you.”

I wish you had never left.”

Mmhm.” Sally nodded defensively. “I promise, baby, it wasn't bad. I catered to a specialized market before everyone else, I love sex, and I got to choose who I wanted to have it with, mostly women. In the process, I made lots of money, met some very powerful people, and made some great friends . . . resourceful friends.”

Candy looked at the beautiful naked woman in front of her, imagining her with “mostly women,” and was ashamed of her next thought; I can't wait to watch one of her movies. “What does specialized mean?”

Sadly, at first, it was babysitter, cheerleader, and . . . those types of movies. I guess I started with what I knew. Then the trick was to stay ahead. It was before all this trending shit got big, but the data was still there, and I studied the trends, looked at what had been successful in the past, at what people wanted, and went in that direction before it was popular. That put me ahead when these things became mainstream. Of course, meeting Jenna Marie, you'd know her as Jenna Jameson, was what made the difference for me.”

I've heard of her; she wrote a book,” Candy said. “I didn't read it. What did she do for you?”

Sally's pleasant expression became a big smile. “Mm, we did a lot together, but she taught me how to work the business rather than have the business run me into the ground doing things I didn't want to do. It's horrible what girls do now hoping to get a break, but there really aren't breaks anymore.”

She said, “I can imagine,” but Candy couldn't. “Dare I ask your stage name?”

Baby, you really don't want to see what I've been in.”

Her sister knew her so well. “No, I don't, but I want to know . . . need to know.” Watching it without Sally knowing would be like when she was a kid and hid in the closet while her big sister had sex with boys.

Sally's toes danced with hers. “Candy Love.”

Tears stung her eyes. “You called yourself Candy Love?”

Every time someone yelled, Candy, take your position, I got this feeling when I turned, I'd see you.”

The same thing happened that usually did when they were girls having a talk, Candy walked her butt forward. Sally held her legs up until Candy got close, then she wrapped them around her.

You should have come home. I was here, and I missed you so much it hurt. After Sandra was gone, too, I let myself think you didn't want to see me, and I hated you for it. Why did you stay away and make me feel that way? One phone call or note and I would have felt better.”

Candy, I couldn't,” Sally leaned back, “and Sandy couldn't tell you. That was the way it had to be. If I had come back, it would have been worse . . . worse for me and Bobby, and you would still have been with him, except it would have been bad for you, too. You gotta believe me.”

She wanted to, but it didn't make sense, and that made Candy want to hug Sally and punch her in the face, too. “Damn it, damn it, fuck, tell me the fuckin' truth already. What happened?”

Sally pressed Candy's fists against the floor between them. “Baby, I would have done anything to protect you if I could have, but I was trapped, just like you, except you didn't think you were. You were doing what you thought was best for Gloria, but you didn't know.”

She struggled to free her hands, but Sally was always stronger. “And I still don't! I don't know why you left, I don't understand why you stayed away, I don't know why you think John killed Sandra, hurt Deana or why you're so sure I'm in danger if I find out. Sally, I'm sick of the secrets.”

Sometimes they keep us sick, and other times, safe. I know you, Candy, and I know what you might try to do, but you have to promise me you won't do anything . . . nothing at all.”

I'll kill him if he hurt my girls.”

Stop it!” The pain Sally's crushing hands caused was sobering. “Promise me.”

Ow, okay, okay, don't break my fingers.”

Good, I have a plan that doesn't involve you getting killed or arrested.”

Killed, seriously?”

Candy, please, listen to me. John has a separate two-hundred-fifty thousand dollar life insurance policy on you and one for Gloria, too? Not Evan or Deana, only you and Gloria.”

Candy shook her head against the dizzy blur that clouded her mind. Sally hugged her, crushing their naked bodies together. “It's gonna be fine, Candy, I promise, it'll all work out, but you have to trust me.”

The smell of chlorine on her sister's skin kept Candy centered while her tears dripped on Sally's shoulder. “I do, I do, but tell me everything. How often did you talk to Sandra before . . . ah, you know?”

Sally held Candy's face between her hands. “Not a lot. She had to call me on the payphone outside the rooming house. She sent a few dollars when she could, but it had to come out of grocery money. We didn't talk enough.”

She rested her forehead on Sally's, trying to picture a payphone and the dump where Sally lived while receiving secret calls from Sandra.

Then the calls stopped.” Sally was panting. “I didn't know what happened. I lost track of you until I found Cindy. I was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep a secret, but she knows about secrets, too.”

Did he hurt her?”

I'll tell you what I can, but let Cindy have hers to keep or tell. It's up to her.”

Candy nodded and laid back on the deeply cushioned carpet. Her big sister stretched out beside her and put a thigh over Candy's belly. It covered her whole stomach like a giant, soothing hot water bottle. She ran her fingertips from Sally's knee to her hip. “Why did you have to leave and stay away?”

I swear I didn't know what John was doing to you. He promised he wouldn't hurt you if I did what he wanted. And he'd take care of Angela. Make sure she had a good home, and I'd know she was safe.”

Why didn't you just keep her? We could have taken care of her. I never would have stayed there . . . or married him.”

I didn't have a choice. I knew my baby was Bobby's, I planned that, and Bobby knew, but John was afraid it might be his. That would have been the proof I needed, and he couldn't have that.”

You planned on getting pregnant? But, but—”

Not for the same reason you did, but I did, I wanted a baby.”

I didn't want to get pregnant!”

Of course you did. You were mad at me, and maybe you thought it would make things better. I did. I thought Angela would keep us all together and make Mom stop taking pills. It would force her to sober up and help us with the baby. It was stupid and ended up ruining everything.”

You should have just told somebody what he did to you. That would have stopped him. If he raped you, somebody would have helped you.”

Candy, even if somebody believed my word, a slut's word, over his, at best, Bobby would have gone to prison. Child services would have taken my baby, and maybe even you. Then we would have been separated, and your life would have been ruined, too. I did the best thing, I took his money and left. Bobby joined the army and once John knew it wasn't his, he gave my Angel away. She didn't end up with you and Sandra, or John's sister, or with one of his friends who would give her a good family. John fucked me, fucked me, and fucked me over every way possible.”

Candy thought about how John held all the cards in her life. One wrong move and he would tell everybody what she did with Cindy. The way the conservative Christian laws worked in the South, she'd go to prison and Cindy's hopes for the future would be dashed. “Why now, Sally, what's different now? John still knows Bobby's Gloria's father. He reminds me of that, and he has a picture of Cindy and me. He still has evidence, and all we have is our word.”

For one, I got more money now than he does, got resourceful friends, and Bobby works for a big law firm in Atlanta. I know about the insurance policies, and I put some things on his computer. With that, and when we get proof positive, it will make sure he never opens his mouth. You walk away with the kids, and he keeps his mouth shut.”

Proof positive, Candy thought, and pictured the tiny spy cam Sally had tested on her computer, what it implied. “You don't know for sure. Deana wouldn't keep that a secret.” Candy stopped herself and thought about the secrets she and Sally had kept from each other, then she started sobbing. She had failed Deana in the worst way possible.



Evan peeked into Deana's room and saw Gloria in bed with her. He went in anyway and crept toward the bed. Gloria was on her back with an arm on the pillow above her head. Deana was on her side, facing Gloria, which seemed quite dangerous to him given the girl's violent tendencies during sleep.

Oh well, he thought and made his way around the bed behind Deana. Gloria wouldn't wake up if he jumped on the bed, but Deana always seemed to know he was coming before he got there, so he waited a few seconds before stepping out of his sneakers. Deana didn't move, so Evan slowly lifted the covers. Ooh, naked, he thought. His pulse quickened as he removed his clothes.

Gloria was hogging space, as usual, so Evan had to squeeze in close behind Deana. Neither sister stirred, but he suspected Deana was pretending. He rested a hand on her butt to test his theory.

How come your hands always end up on my ass?”

He smirked. “It's not my fault your butt has a gravitational pull that draws me in.”

You saying I have a big ass?”

The biggest sexy and most delicious ass I've ever laid my eyes on.”

Is that why you're here, to compliment me?”

No, I've got something for you.”

Deana reached between them and squeezed his dick. “You certainly do.”

Sex isn't the only thing I think about.”

Says the naked guy sneaking into my bed with a hardon.”

Again, not my fault,” he said. “It's the gravitational pull.”

If not sex, what?”

A present.”

Present, what for?”

Because I love you,” Evan said and reached over her body.

Does that mean you don't want sex?”

I didn't say that, but it's not why I got you a present.” The cool loops made the pink swell of Deana's nipple change shape under his fingers.

You got me one . . . too.”

I did.” Deana’s hand moved to her chest, joining his. “Didn't you know I would?”

Of course,” she said. “Put it on.”

He kissed her ear. “I will.”

Their right hands came out from under the covers in front of Deana's face. Evan’s fingers trembled as he slipped the three bands over Deana's fingertip. He started, “Forever,” and Deana finished, “Love. It's beautiful.”

He slid it down her ring finger, and his sister said, “Make love to me.”

Now? Here? What about—”

Shh, it's okay, do it. I wanna feel you in me . . . right now.”

Evan pushed his rigid flesh down, sliding the sensitive knob between the cushions of Deana's cheeks. The power of their emotions had taken on a physical energy. He felt as if it was their first time, again. A sound, “Mmmhmm-ah,” resonated from Deana's chest and throat when he stabbed into the wetness of her folds.

Deana wouldn't do anything to hurt Gloria, so his baby girl must have been happy for them. “Why did you tell Gloria?” Evan wanted to look into Gloria’s blazing blue eyes the way he had seen Deana's when he entered Rebecca. Then he would know for sure that his little sister was happy about it.

His fingers intertwined with Deana's on the pillow. She said, “Because.”

He pushed himself into her, and Deana moaned softly. Her leg moved over Gloria's and slid up to the girl's belly. Evan leaned further onto Deana's body and pushed deeper. She turned more toward Gloria and pressed her face into the tangle of hair at Gloria's neck.

Gloria turned her head and found Deana's lips. He paused to watch them kiss. It was so passionate and sensual that it took his breath away. He humped harder, pushing Deana's body against Gloria's. She turned her flushed face toward him. His little sister had a hand between her legs. He increased the speed and punch of his thrusting hips. Gloria’s tits jostled each time his groin hit Deana's ass. For the first time, Evan had no reservations, and he knew Deana had to be there when it happened. It was just a matter of time.

Deana said, “I love you,” and hunched back against the weight of Evan's body. His balls jerked and his seed squirted deep inside Deana. Gloria moaned, and stiffened, twisting and squeezing her thighs together on her hand.



The previous forty-eight hours had imposed an emotional toll that left Deana motionless and silent for a long time after Evan finished pouring himself inside her. The hot, soothing fluid was their shared DNA. It was scary and premature, yet Deana allowed the dreamy fantasy to swim through her semi-conscious mind. She looked ahead to a day when there wasn't Plan-B or Candy's pills. Deana laid a hand on her belly, wondering what it would feel like to have a part of both of them inside her. Could it possibly strengthen their connection?

For now, it was just Gloria and Deana, laying beside each other, and Gloria looked as exhausted as Deana felt. She pictured her little sister's breasts moving to the rhythm of Evan's thrusts. The smell of Gloria’s hair and the taste of her skin still lingered in Deana's mind. It was selfish to keep it a secret from Gloria, and stupid to think Gloria wouldn't be happy for her and Evan. They both loved him, and each other, and Deana couldn't wait for Gloria to finally put an end to the fear. Her little sister deserved the most wonderful first time, one that would always bring a smile to her face. Deana knew Evan would give that to Gloria, but it still wouldn't be on Gloria’s terms. No girl should feel any pressure to do it, especially not to get it done before . . . If she had a gun, her little sister would never have to worry about that. Maybe Aunt Sally has one?

Dee, thank you for sharing that with me. It was amazing. Every time your body hit mine, I imagined him going in me.”

I'm sorry we didn't do it sooner.”

It was a little scary. He was going pretty hard. What was it like?”

Baby girl, don't worry, Evan would never hurt you.” Deana rolled on top of Gloria, slid down, and pressed her face into Gloria's belly. “It's like he's all the way up here.” She kissed the soft skin. “It opens me, and he fills a big hole inside me. I feel so full of love, then there's an emptiness when he pulls out. I think if we didn't love each other so much, that would be a horrible feeling, but Evan holds me. We share the whole experience, the anticipation, the start of that good feeling, the intense highs, and how it slowly fades. It's wonderful but only because it's him.”

Come up here and kiss me,” Gloria said.

Deana stopped and pushed the girl's breasts together on her face before sucking each nipple to its fully engorged state. “Mm, mm, they're amazing.”

Thank you, but I kinda like yours,” Gloria said. “Now kiss me already.”

I can't think of anything I'd rather do.” Gloria's kiss was hungry and sexual while her legs slid up Deana's and her heels dug into Deana’s butt. “Mm, maybe there is . . . as long as I can kiss you while I'm doing it.” Deana hunched, grinding her mound on Gloria's crotch. “If I had a dick, would you let me be your first?”

Gloria tightened her thighs on Deana's waist and grabbed her ass, helping her thrust. “Ah, Dee, wouldn't that be the most incredible thing you can imagine?”

Deana took a few seconds to think about the potential. “Mm, would you want Darlene to have one?” Gloria's body did a shiver-jerk under hers.

God, I think I'm gonna draw a picture of that.”

Baby, are you sure you don't want to wait?”

I had been thinking that after yesterday. I didn't want him to make me rush, but thanks to you, now I can't wait. I'd do it now if he came back. I love you, Dee. . . mm, so much.” Gloria kissed her like only one other person ever had, and it left Deana panting.

Damn it, girl, you are just like your mother. Wow.”



Mary Barnes cornered Becky in the bathroom. “Damn it, I told you it was complicated enough without your brother involved.”

Mom, I swear I didn't plan that.” Becky sat on the sink. “He has been walking around with a hard-on for you for years . . . jerking off, hoping you would catch him. I had nothing to do with that. I thought he was sleeping.”

Me too.” Mary kissed Becky's forehead. “I know, you're right about Jason, but Becky, honey, we have to do something about it.”

Becky's lip pouted. “But Mom, didn't it feel good?”

Mary nodded. “That's why we have to do something. I made us both an appointment at the gynecologist. I didn't act responsibly. I'm assuming you haven't either?”

We've been really careful, but Mom, aren't you—”

No honey, why would I be? It's not like I was expecting to have sex, and I still can't believe you let him put that in you.”

Becky grinned. “Wait til you feel Evan, that really hurt. He's so hard it—”

Becky Ann, stop right there.”

But Mommy, I've been dreaming of a threesome ever since my first time with Evan. I want you to share him, that experience with me.”



Evan certainly would have rather still been in a threesome with his sisters, taking advantage of every second until their mother came home, and every hour until their father spoiled everything, but Jason insisted it couldn't be done over the phone, he had to come over. Evan agreed because he had just fucked Deana while she made out with Gloria, and he knew he was going to give her what she wanted. He wasn't going to consult Jason about it, or even tell him what happened, but Evan wanted the company of somebody with less moral character than himself. Maybe Jason had let a dog lick his balls again? That would let Evan feel better about himself.

When Jason closed the door, Evan knew his friend's visit hadn't been prompted by a need to show him some new porn. Something serious had happened or was about to. “What's going on?”

Jason took a seat next to Evan at his desk and said, “Nothing. I told you I have to show you something.”

Online?”

Yeah.”

Evan shook his head. “Bullshit. You could have sent me the link and called me. What are you keeping from me?”

Dude, you already know my worst secrets.” Jason threw up his hands. “Why would I keep something from you now?”

Hmm, that was a good question, Evan thought. “Then why do you have to be here in person to show me?”

Because I wanna see your face, and it is kinda serious . . . more so for me . . . I guess.”

Let's see it, the curiosity is killing me.”

Jason pulled out his phone and sent the link to Evan's email. He clicked it without haste and they waited for the browser window to open. Jason pointed. “Click the download under that thumbnail.”

Evan extracted the zip contents to a folder and double-clicked the first JPG file. The picture viewer opened and Evan's pulse quickened before he knew the image had registered in his brain. “Shit!”

It was absolutely Ms. Style's oddly sexy face, her jet black hair, and pale skin. He swallowed hard. There were those solid tits, pierced nipples, flat stomach, and a dragon tattoo on her groin. He swallowed again, but his throat stuck to itself. Act shocked, not excited, he told himself and increased the size. "Dah, ah, dick, she has a dick.” Holy Shit, my boss, the woman who gave me boners, has a cock. Did he still want to fuck her?

No shit,” Jason said.

The expression on Jason's face made Evan realize what the implications were. “Oh, yeah, so I guess it wasn't just her finger or a strap on.”

Jason repeated himself, “No shit.”

Evan started to feel like he did in school, hoping the teacher didn't call him upfront to the board while his dick was hard. He needed Jason to say he'd still do Ms. Style, then maybe he wouldn't be embarrassed. “I hate to admit it, but she's still pretty sexy. Don't you think?”

"Dude, the fuckin' redhead was there. My face was between her legs. I had no idea what Catwoman was up to back there. It's not like she whipped it out and said, I'm gonna put this in your ass. Right?”

He stopped staring at Ms. Style's dick and nodded. “Right.”

Jason grabbed the mouse. "Look here, that's her with some other chick, completely dressed. Take a good look, zoom in and tell me you wouldn't jump at the chance to hook up with her if you met her somewhere."

"Would Darlene be there?"

"Does it matter?" Jason asked.

Hell no, Evan thought, and said, "I think so, but it's not like I'm gonna get a chance to hook up with her.”

Why not? She's still your boss, and Darlene might set you up, too.”

Evan blew out a long breath. "I'd fuck her in the ass."

So would I.” Jason squirmed around, adjusting his dick. "Sorry, I'm not being gay. I was sitting on it."

"Yeah, got it." He looked away from the bulge in Jason's pants and skipped to the next picture. Jason's state of arousal wasn't as important as his own. “She's really hot . . . ah, you know, in a strange way.”

The next picture showed a woman on her knees, sucking Ms. Style's dick. Evan casually laid a hand on his erection, hoping his face wasn't as flushed as Jason's. "Fuck, that other lady has incredible tits.”

Jason said, “She does,” and ground the heel of his hand down his inner thigh.

I gotta ask, what did it feel like?”

There's a video in there,” Jason said. “Weird, it felt weird, now that I know, I say that, but at the time—Darlene was there. I was focused on her. It wasn't a bad feeling.”

Now Evan's face was hot and his dick was painfully stiff. "If you need to jerk that, I don't care." Who the hell just said that? Evan felt faint and confused when he realized it was him, and excited, hoping Jason did it. He wanted to see the mule again.

"Really?" Jason asked, but he was already opening his pants. "Play that movie and don't think I'm gay."

Thank God, Evan thought, or I'd be the gay one here. The video started with an erotic kiss between the redhead and his boss lady. If he didn't already know, Evan would have argued that it was a lesbian movie. Ms. Style went forcefully between the other lady’s legs, and his hand gently nursed the boner that was close to poking out the leg of his shorts. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Jason pop that bulbous purple knob in and out of the extra flesh. That's all it is, Evan thought, his friend wasn't circumcised and that was the fascination for him. It wasn't gay, only a natural curiosity. A memory of the mule stuffed into Becky's tiny hole moved Evan that much closer to dropping his shorts and shooting a load all over the monitor.

The redhead was pulling Style's pants down. Evan held his breath until his boss's cock sprang up in the other woman's face. Jason groaned, and Evan looked directly at the stroking fist, snapping foreskin over that giant plum. Fuck it, he thought and stared. He wanted to see his friend blow a load even if it resulted in a mess. "Jeez, look at that tight asshole. You should have fucked it, and had Darlene sucked your balls at the same time."

Jason looked at him with an expression that asked the same question Evan was asking himself, Did you really just say that?

Ah, shit, dude, I'll clean it up, I swear, sorry."

At that moment, Evan didn't care that Jason's bloated cock was shooting cum on the floor. Thank God his best friend didn't have tits and an ass like Ms. Style.

Jason grunted and said, “I fucked my mother in front of Becky.”