From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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Potential

By Bistander

Chapter 34

A Great Idea

The mindless gratification that came from making straight lines with the lawnmower had been foiled. Evan's pace was as hurried as the thoughts that rushed around in his head. If he finished fast enough, Sally might still be swimming or at least be naked by the pool. He imagined her engaged in lewd acts with Ms. Style, which turned into fantasies based on what had already happened. Had he actually let a woman with a dick suck him off?

When he forced himself not to think about that, the party for Rebecca filled Evan’s thoughts. Who was he picking up later, and had he been invited to the party? If Gloria was coming, did that mean Jayda would be there? Fucking Jayda was a ticking bomb waiting to explode his relationship with Gloria. Relationship, Evan thought, what the hell, she’s my sister. The only solution seemed to be, tell Gloria before she found out, or bribe Jayda, or have a threesome with them. Oh fuck, just ask Deana what to do, Evan thought. She won’t judge me. It’s not like I planned on fucking Gloria’s best friend, or Candy, or Candy’s best friend, or Jason’s sister, or Ms. Style, or even Deana. A passing fantasy couldn’t be considered intent. The same couldn’t be said for the ideas Evan had about what might happen next. They weren’t plans, per se, but they were more than imaginations with no footing in the real world.

Evan didn't stow the lawnmower before heading back to the pool, but he did remind himself on the way that Aunt Sally was Candy’s sister, and Ms. Style had a dick. When he got there that morning, he didn’t fully believe his boss was the woman from the video, and she was already giving him the best head of his life before there had been confirmation. What was he supposed to do, shout, Oh my God, a dick, and run away? Of course not, that would be rude. Now, Evan had all the facts, yet he was still rushing back to the scene of the—Of the what? So what, he thought, I got head, only Sally knows, and who was she gonna tell?

It was a relief when Evan didn’t see his boss, but Sally was still doing laps. He watched in amazement. With each stroke, her body twisted, and one cheek rose above the water. The woman’s ass muscles were like the engine room of a Destroyer, powering her body across the pool. Jeez, that lady is too much, he thought and didn’t try to curb the impure thoughts that added heft to his cock. After seeing him with Ms. Style’s cum drooling down his stomach, so what if his aunt saw him with a boner. That didn't mean he wanted something or was offering anything. Candy’s sister, Evan reminded himself, but Sally was still more the woman he’d watched for hours, fucking and sucking, than she was his aunt. How many times had he leaned close to the monitor, driven so insane with lust that he was willing to give anything for one kiss or a lick? Now, the goddess he had squirted a load for last night when she wasn’t his aunt, was right there. It was surreal.

Sally started toward the ladder, so Evan grabbed a towel and waited for her to climb out of the pool. It was an incredible thing to see. “Here, towel, uh, I got you a towel.”

The sun reflecting off the gold nipple rings caught Evan’s eye. Sally dried her face and said, “Handsome, hung, and a gentleman. A rare combination.” She wrapped her arms around him, and Evan was suddenly being crushed into Sally’s voluptuous body. As if it were something he did everyday, he returned the hug. It was like hugging Candy, and that reminded Evan how much he missed holding his mother. Sally rubbed his back and said, “Candy does love you, Evan, really, even if things don't turn out the way you hope they would.”

The woman's arms slackened, but Evan held on, wondering how much Sally knew. She kissed his cheek and smiled. To avoid staring at the tits that were touching his chest, Evan looked into Sally's eyes. The sparkling blue made him tremble. They were so expressive and too familiar. The emotional atmosphere had dramatically changed. Gloria flooded Evan’s mind, and he fought the urge to wrap his arms around Sally, again. Could he already love Sally, or was it his feelings for who she reminded him of? Evan had to hold her again. This time it lasted longer and made Evan want to tell Sally how he felt. Instead, he said, “Thank you.”

Sally separated, rubbed Evan’s upper arms, and said, “What for?”

Great question, Evan thought and tried to avoid looking at Sally. How could he already love her? “I don’t—” She smirked and pulled him back to her. Tears streaked Evan’s dirty face. “You were close to our mother?”

When Sally forced him back, tears were on her cheeks, too. She nodded. “Evan, I was your babysitter. It was a long time ago, but I love you just as much now as I did then.”

Evan opened his mouth to ask why she left him, but he checked his words. “What happened?”

“It wasn't to pursue my dreams of being a porn star?” Her smile lifted the thick emotional fog.

“What then?” Evan asked.

“For now, honey, just know that I never wanted to leave you. I had to, but I'm not leaving again, not this time, no matter what.”

The fierce expression was as familiar as Sally’s loving blue eyes had been, except now, it didn't make Evan think of Gloria. Who was it? “I'm glad, and I know Candy is, too. She's happy, happier now . . . you make her happy.”

“So do you, Evan, you really do, and she needs you.”

Evan watched Sally dry her legs, crotch, and the great divide between her ass cheeks. That is the badonkadonk of all badonkadonks, he thought. The woman could have been a YouTube workout celebrity just as easily as a porn star. Although, that wasn't a thing when Sally left. “I had to,” could mean a lot of things, but the way Sally said it gave Evan the feeling it was at gunpoint. He needed to know more.

Sally held his face between her palms. “Keep an eye on your sisters. Things can be hard for girls. Take care of them.”

Evan nodded stupidly while trying to process Sally's words.

“Promise?”

He nodded with more emphasis. “Sure, yeah, okay.”

“Thank you.” Sally gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I gotta run, but we'll be seeing more of each other.”

He looked Sally up and down. “That’s unlikely.”

“Funny,” Sally said and started walking. Outside the gate, she turned back. “I'd rather Gloria and Deana not know what I've been doing, not yet. Okay?”

“Of course.” He stared at the tattoo—Candy—and blurted out, “I love you.”

She grinned and said, “Not as much as I love you.”

It seemed like the ground should have bounced in rhythm with Sally's ass going down the hill. Unashamed, Evan didn’t take his eyes off it until Sally closed the screen door. It had all been too much for one morning or even one week. He needed to finish up and go home for more sleep, then he would deal with the whole party thing Deana hadn’t told him about.

Deana's eyes followed the curves up Rebecca's legs, over the rise of her ass, down the slope into her lower back, and up to the brown hair tossed across Rebecca's shoulders. Should she wake her girlfriend or continue to watch Rebecca sleep? The gymnast's naked body tugged the strings of desire that moistened Deana's labia and erased any doubt; it was girls, not boys, that turned her on, and she absolutely loved Rebecca. It wasn't until the doubts had been banished that Deana realized they had existed.

Rebecca had boyfriends in the past, she had been obsessed with the idea of sex with Evan, and her undaunted reactions to Deana's sexual exploits had been a thorn in Deana's subconscious. Did Rebecca expect her to be happy, excited, and listen with fascination if she hooked up with other women or Evan? No, Deana wouldn't be okay with that. Did that mean Rebecca was only going through a phase and wasn't gay the way she was? Those thoughts had been obscured by the clouds of guilt. Deana had been using lust as a drug and anesthesia for the deep-rooted pain and trauma, but when it wore off, Deana felt like a cheater and a fraud. Evan's dick had been in her more times than she could count, and she was addicted to the effect it had. The bliss, the compounded love, and the connection to their joined subconsciousness erased everything else, for a little while. Who wouldn't want that when the reality of their life was filled with pain and loss?

Now, that morning, Deana had awoken happy and confident that Rebecca was her true love. Yesterday, Rebecca had launched from compassionate concern into wanton lust when Deana mentioned the slide. The girl was fingering Deana before they reached the top of the ladder, but through the evening, during the night, and earlier when they had made love and fell back to sleep, Deana saw Rebecca in a new light. Rebecca might have fucked Deana blind in public, fiddled under the dinner table with her parents across from them, and gotten wild once they reached the bedroom, but the underlying mood, the tone of Rebecca's voice, her tender touches and kisses were all infused with the same compassion and concern Rebecca had when they first talked about the pictures. Rebecca got it; she hadn’t dismissed Deana's anxious fear or stopped extending a lifeline for Deana to seize and be drawn into her girlfriend's arms. Rebecca loved and cared about her with the same acceptance and understanding Cindy had shown, and the same ferocity and sacrifice Candy extended. Deana knew Rebecca accepted her, and no matter what, Rebecca would be there in whatever capacity the situation required. Their love was the forever type. Didn't that mean she could tell Rebecca everything? No, Deana wasn’t ready to complicate Rebecca's life with all the skeletons in her closet. Not yet.

Deana sat up, leaned forward, and nibbled Rebecca’s butt cheek.

“Mm, is that you, my love?” Rebecca asked.

Deana took a bite. “Who else would be here in bed with you . . . kissing your ass?”

“Only you, Dee, I swear.” Rebecca turned on her side. “Is it time for breakfast?”

“Um, we had each other for breakfast earlier,” Deana said. “It’s lunchtime now.”

“I need food, first, then a shower, then more of you.”

She lifted Rebecca’s hand and pressed her lips into the palm. “Damn it, Reb, I love you more today than yesterday.”

“Me too.” Rebecca sat up, turned sideways on the bed, and laid her legs across Deana's thighs. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, sure, it’s great. Why?”

“You’ve been thinking about something so much I could smell smoke,” Rebecca said. “Seems like it’s more than the pictures.”

Great, Deana thought, I can't even convince Rebecca everything is fine. What's going to happen when he gets back? “You're right, it wasn't just seeing my mother.” She covered her face.

“Dee, what is it?”

What was bad enough to justify her mood, but not as bad as wanting to kill her father? “Reb, I kissed you at the park. Those women might have been watching us.”

“And?”

“It didn't bother you?”

“It's not like you sat on my face.” Rebecca chuckled. “We waited until they left for that.”

“Aren't you worried about being gay? What about when we go back to school? Don't you think about that?”

“Of course, but I don't worry about it,” Rebecca said. “We'll be seniors, and you're the hottest girl in school. Who's gonna fuck with us?”

“You're okay with being known as the lesbos?”

Rebecca lifted her legs. “You see these?”

“Be hard to miss something like this.” She ran her hands up and down the flexing muscles.

“Well, I’ll use them to kick the shit out of any bitch who calls us that.” Rebecca shrugged. “Evan can handle any of the guys that I can't beat up myself.”

“This is serious.”

“Why, because you're afraid of being gay?”

“No, maybe, no, I'm not.” She stared at the naked gymnast. “I guess I'm just afraid of how people will react. It's not the way it used to be, but people can still be assholes, and where we live, you know, a church on every corner.” She shrugged. “Maybe I should binge-watch The L Word?”

“Fuck 'em.” Rebecca pushed Deana down and sat on her. “Fuck 'em all. I love you.”

Tears instantly burned in Deana’s eyes. The diversion tactics had turned into a relationship conversation Deana hadn’t realized she needed. “Reb, I slept with Candy and Cindy.”

Stone-faced, Rebecca moved her butt back to Deana's thighs. “You slept with your mother and your cousin?”

“I'm sorry, it just kind of happened. I never expected it, and I'm sorry I—”

“Sorry you waited until now to tell me?”

“It was right before the pictures, then we were either fooling around or sleeping.”

Rebecca's serious face crumbled into a grin. “Relax, I'm not mad that it happened, just sad that I wasn't there. How the fuck did it happen? Did they both fuck you at the same time?”

“It wasn't like that.”

“Were they naked?”

“Not until after.”

“So, you saw Candy and Cindy naked?” Rebecca asked. Deana nodded. “And? Tell me, my head is spinning. I can't even imagine how the fuck—I wanna move in with you.”

No, you don’t, Deana thought. “So, you're not mad or jealous or anything?”

“Do you love me?” Rebecca asked.

“Yes.”

“You planning on dumping me for them?”

“Hell no.”

“You going to tell me every single detail?”

“If you want.”

“Then I'm not mad or anything, but maybe a little jealous,” Rebecca said. “Now, details, get started.”

To get out of bed, Cindy rolled on top of Candy, kissed her, and seductively slid off her lover. “Come on, up, before I starve to death.”

The gorgeous, dark-skinned teenager, extending her hand, made Candy’s chest swell. The period of forced separation had reset their relationship. The giddy excitement and infatuation were new again. They had fucked each other as if it were the first time, then spent the night making love like it might be their last time. Even after they were exhausted, they stared into each other’s eyes. Nothing mattered except their desire to make each other feel loved. At some point during the night, Candy fell asleep. When she woke, Cindy was her first thought, and there she was, watching and waiting for another chance to pleasure Candy. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Candy asked.

Cindy pulled her up to a sitting position. “I think I do,” Cindy helped Candy to her feet. “but let’s have lunch, then you can make sure I do.”

Candy looked at the naked girl standing in her bedroom, and joy bubbled up from her belly, tightened her chest, and blurred her vision. This could be their room, their bed, and they could always be together without being afraid. Candy touched her throat where John's hands had choked off the flow of blood and air. “Okay, let’s eat.”

Cindy kissed below each of Candy’s swollen eyes. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, me too,” Candy said.

Cindy put her arm around Candy's waist, and they walked to the kitchen.

After gulping down a glass of water and filling the second, Candy started the coffee maker and sat on the counter. It wasn't intentional, but once the cold surface sent chill bumps up her back, Candy realized it was the same spot as the morning she wore only her husband's dress shirt to wait for Evan. Now that all the dots of their secret lives had been connected, it made it easier to see her true motives. “I'm a horrible mother.”

Cindy turned, holding an apple in her teeth. “Huh?”

“Can you imagine if one of them came home and saw me sitting here like this?”

“I can,” Cindy said and moved in front of Candy. “Same way I can imagine Deana naked on the table.”

“I'm supposed to be their mother.”

“You are, you're a great mother. Gloria adores you, thinks you're cool, respects you, and likes you. How many kids can say that about their mother?”

“Deana . . . ah, yesterday, I—”

“Candy, stop,” Cindy said. “Didn't you see the look in her eyes when you held her and kissed her? I could feel how much she loves you. And she's comfortable being who she is because of you, because of how you responded. Think about what we had to go through. The torture of hiding your sexuality. The condemning messages, and the fear of someone finding out. Deana came to you, told you, and the support you gave her will save her from the living hell most girls go through when they realize—”

“I fucked Evan.”

“So did Deana.” Cindy's hands slid up and down Candy's thighs. “I wanted to fuck both of them. I missed you, I was hurting, and that would have made me feel better. At least we didn’t drink ourselves stupid to try and feel better.”

“Is that why you want to be a psychologist?”

Cindy nodded with her lips on Candy's forehead.

“Did Sally tell you about Deana and Evan?”

“No, she'd never give up somebody else's secret,” Cindy said. “I sensed it at first from Evan, then I saw them. Don't say anything, they don't know. I left and came back, pretending I hadn't seen.”

“They don't know that I know about them, either.”

Cindy laughed. “We have got to stop keeping secrets from each other, don't we?”

I only have one left, Candy thought and wrapped her legs around Cindy's waist. “I'm pregnant.”

Tears filled Cindy's eyes. “God, please tell me it's—”

“Evan’s, but only Sally knows.”

The tears ran down Cindy's cheeks as her lips curved upward. “Baby, oh Candy, that's, it’s, it’s wonderful.”

Candy’s ass cheeks squeaked on the countertop as Cindy dragged her forward. Evan had held her the same way while his seed blasted into her body. That might have been the day she conceived—their first time.

When Evan got home, the house was quiet. That was a good thing, he decided. A long and well-deserved nap were in order, but first a shower. He walked into the bathroom and grinned at the panties lying on the floor. He closed the door and said, “I swear, I’m just putting them in the hamper.” Images of Deana’s naked body floated through his mind while he inhaled deeply. Things had come full circle, except now, Evan knew his sister had intentionally left the underwear for him. But why he wondered while caressing his balls with the soft fabric. Aunt Sally made him promise to keep an eye on and take care of his sisters. At the time, standing in front of the naked woman, he nodded his agreement with the same level of conviction used when his mother told him to drive carefully. It was just something people said to someone they cared about. Wasn’t it?

Now, with Deana’s panties wrapped around his dick, Evan didn’t think so. Sally had chosen her words carefully. The woman’s expression had been set, and her tone was pleading and demanding. He should have pressed Sally for more, something specific if there had been anything. Was that her way of telling him she knew, and he should take care of them as in don’t have sex with them?

Oh well, Evan thought. Sally is a porn star, so maybe she does know, and she wants me to take care as in fuck them really good? He stroked three more times and unloaded his balls into the crotch of Deana’s panties. Deana wanting him to do it, and not caring if Candy found out, made the orgasm more satisfying. Embarrassment and shame would have to levy their wages from somebody who hadn't already committed every debaucherous and incestuous act under the sun.

Hours later, Evan was in the car, heading toward Darlene’s.

Sure, what Deana said made sense; there wouldn't be enough room in the car if she went with him, so why had it bothered Evan? He had no reason to be uneasy about picking up Darlene, but he was, and maybe he did have a reason. The last time he went to Sunny Haven trailer park to drop Darlene off, they kissed, then she closed the door in his face. There's that, Evan thought, and the talk they had about girls with dicks. What if Ms. Style told Darlene that she dry humped him until it wasn't dry anymore? The woman had blown him and blew a load on him, and he certainly hadn't objected. What about Sally? Did Darlene know Sally? Gloria hadn’t said why, but she advised him not to bring up their aunt. Once again, he should have asked more questions. That might be why everybody knew stuff before him; he never acted interested or pushed for more information?

Evan told himself he was acting like a freshman on the first day of school and beeped the horn in front of Darlene's doublewide. The front steps were still torn up, so Darlene's tight black skirt rode up like window blinds as she extended her leg. He smirked, looking forward to when the redhead got in the car. Too bad she wouldn't have to climb in the back a la Rebecca style, showing off her panties.

On her approach, Darlene didn't wave, smile, or make a gesture of friendship, appreciation, or even acknowledgment. She looked down and walked as if it were the first time she'd walked on dirt in heels. Heels, Evan thought, wow, the girl’s ass was amazing when she did that high step walk down the corridor at school in sneakers. Forget about getting in the car, now he couldn't wait to watch the fuckin’ redhead climb the porch steps at his house. Deana is right, I am a pervert, and I don't care.

Darlene opened the door, and Evan said, “Hello.”

“Hi.” She backed in ass first and brought her legs in together like a modest woman.

Evan was disappointed until Darlene tugged at her now too short skirt. My god, he thought, as Darlene planted her heels in the footboard and pushed her ass back. She had the legs of a woman, not some high school girl. Amazing.

They were on their way to get the other two tumblers. It had been a while since Kimmy and Ann had been in his back seat. Watching them do gymnastics was quite entertaining in a four out of five boners kind of way, but neither girl had ever put their panties on display while they drove home from school. Rebecca was one of a kind. Although Becky and Rebecca were—

Darlene interrupted Evan’s musing. “Did you know Candy grew up there?” She pointed.

Why did she call my mother, Candy? “What?”

“Yeah, not in that trailer, but on that lot.”

“Did you know her?” He saw Darlene’s expression and said, “Duh, I know, stupid question. You haven’t lived here that long.”

“If I had, I would have been two, so.” Darlene grinned.

Evan thought, whatever, but made an effort to keep the conversation going. “I didn't know, not really. I'm sure she mentioned where she grew up, but I didn't know it was there.” He suddenly felt sad but didn’t know if it was for Darlene or Candy.

“Gloria told me.”

Damn it, even Darlene knows more than I do, but how or why would Gloria have told Darlene? “Gloria, oh, yeah, I guess her mother would have told her about that.” He didn't like the idea of the redhead and his little sister getting friendly enough to be talking about where Candy grew up. “Do you know the tumblers?”

Darlene wrinkled her face. “The what?”

“Sorry, that's what I call Rebecca and her friends, Kimmy and Ann. The tumblers.”

“I've seen them, but don't know them,” Darlene said. “Are the other two like that wildcat, Rebecca?”

Evan stared at Darlene. The girl was like a spy, impossible to read, and always seemed to know more than she’d say. He rolled the dice, assuming Darlene knew everything. “I doubt anybody, except maybe Becky, is like Rebecca.”

“I guess you know both of them that way.”

It didn't sound like a question, and Evan didn’t want to talk about how well he knew Rebecca, so he turned out of Sunny Haven onto Industrial Boulevard and changed the subject. “Remember the dreams you told me about the day I drove you home?” If the redhead knew what happened with Style, he would rather have it out in the open before anybody else was in the car.

Darlene angled her body toward him. “Sexy girls with dicks, that one?”

Fuck, she knew, Evan thought. Now what? “Any chance that dream has come true for you?”

“Not quite the way I imagined it,” Darlene said. “You know, cheerleaders at school who are swinging eight inches under those sexy skirts.”

Evan waited, but it became clear the fuckin’ redhead was going to make him suffer. It should be easy to hate Darlene, or at least not like her, but he couldn't. “Cheerleaders, mm, or tumblers.”

“The wildcat with a huge cock? Wow, that would be . . . ” Darlene trailed off, leaving Evan hanging with an image of Rebecca with a hardon, ready to fuck Deana. “About your dream,” Evan said. “Um.”

“Relax, Evan, what happens at Style’s house, stays there. You don't have anything to worry about.”

There it was again, Darlene telling him something, yet not saying enough. She might be telling him she knows Style has a dick, or that she watched from a window while Style used it to shoot cum on him? “Good, okay, that's good.” No, it wasn’t. He wanted to talk about it. “I'd hate it if . . . ah, you know.” He wanted to hear Darlene talk about getting fucked by chicks with dicks.

“I wasn't there, so I don't know anything,” Darlene said.

They drove in silence until Darlene asked, “What do you think about Sally, your Aunt Sally?”

Was Darlene just making conversation, Evan wondered, or asking what I thought of the woman I met at Style’s house? “I don't really know her.”

“Haven’t you met her?”

“Oh, yeah, sure we met, but we didn't have time to talk.”

“Gloria likes her,” Darlene said. “She says the woman is hot like Candy, but has bigger tits and an ass to die for. Is that true?”

He nodded, imagining the massive tits smashed against his skin and the woman's crystal blue eyes sparkling.

“Would you fuck her?”

A loud buzzing-grind made Evan jerked the wheel to get the tires off the wake-up strips cut into the shoulder. “Shit, sorry, no, she's my aunt.”

“Not really your aunt, but hypothetically, if she wasn't Candy’s sister, and you met her, would you want to fuck her?”

He glanced over at the girl’s knees, pressed together, and the line of pale flesh where her thighs touched. He followed it to the edge of her black skirt and thought, not as much as I want to have my face in there. “I guess if she wanted to.” Was there more to it than wanting what he couldn’t have?

“So, she is everything Gloria said?”

“Yes, whatever Gloria said, and probably more.” Evan turned toward Darlene. Her eyes glistened, but he couldn't tell if she was happy or sad. It felt like sixth grade, he was about to make a fool of himself. He placed his hand on top of Darlene’s. Her fist tightened, but she didn’t pull away. Why don’t you like me, was what he wanted to know, but he asked, “Have I ever done anything mean to you?”

The indifferent, often contemptuous expression Evan had become accustomed to, was gone. Darlene’s fingers opened and allowed his to slide between hers. “Mean? No, not that I know of. Why?”

Great, Evan thought, now what? “Ah, so, you aren’t mad about anything?”

Darlene flipped her hand over, and their fingers intertwined. “I’m mad about lots of things.”

“What about me, or something I did?”

“No.”

They went around a curve, and his wrist touched the side of Darlene’s thigh. She didn’t react, so he left it against the warm, smooth skin. “What about when I kissed you?”

Darlene squeezed his hand and pressed it harder on her leg. “No, that didn’t make me mad.”

Evan thought he was making progress, but it was slow like rock climbing without ropes; one wrong word and it was over. “Was it that bad?”

“The kiss?” He nodded. “No, it was good . . . very good.”

She’s not mad at me, I have never been mean to her, and our one kiss was good, so what the fuck is wrong with me? In frustration, Evan blurted out the words he’d been avoiding, “Then why don’t you like me?”

“I do, but I wasn’t ready for—Didn’t know how to let someone close.”

Evan glanced at their hands on the seat, touching Darlene’s thigh. She was turned away, staring out the window. He went back to watching the road for a minute, then looked again. Darlene was staring at him. He turned back to the road.

Darlene released his hand. “What?”

Yeah, what, Evan asked himself? The girl sitting next to him wasn’t the girl from Ms. Beck’s class, the high-stepping, ass-wagging tough chick, and she wasn’t the fuckin’ redhead anymore. It didn’t make sense, but Darlene seemed like someone he just met, and also like someone he had always known. She had beautiful blue eyes that should have made his heart flutter. It should have been hard to stop staring into them. Evan knew because it happened when he looked into Gloria’s eyes. Darlene had the same hypnotizing, cracked glass irises with dark rings around the edges, but he didn’t want to look, and for the first time, Evan didn’t want to fuck Darlene. She was sad and vulnerable, which made Evan want to hold her the same way he held Gloria when their father was mean or discouraged her.

Darlene rubbed his arm. “Earth to Evan.”

“Oh, sorry, I was daydreaming.” He grabbed her hand again but moved it away from her thigh. “And now?”

“I’m learning, Evan, I’m learning, but—”

“But there’s someone else?”

“I guess,” Darlene said with a sigh. “It’s more complicated than that, but for the first time I let someone in . . . let them love me.”

“So you’re in love . . . for the first time?”

Darlene nodded. “But not the way you think.”

How did he think she meant? “So I shouldn’t kiss you again?”

Darlene didn’t say anything for a long time, then she squeezed his hand tenderly. “There’s somebody very special to me, and it would hurt them if you did, so let’s not . . . for now.”

Evan didn’t know what Darlene was trying to tell him, but he said, “I understand.” They kept holding hands all the way to Kimmy’s house. Darlene got out and pulled the seat forward so it was clear to Ann and Kimmy where they were going to sit. The two tumblers seemed in awe of the redhead, or maybe they were intimidated. Evan said hello, then acted as if they weren’t in the car after Darlene got in.

After pulling into his driveway, Evan took his time. Darlene had been the first one out of the car, but she lingered as if waiting for him. Ann and Kimmy had already reached the steps. Deana was at the top, grinning at him. His sister knew precisely what Evan was up to. He flipped her the bird and placed his hand on Darlene’s back, guiding her just ahead of him.

The tumblers greeted each other in the screen room as if it had been a long time since their last practice. It hadn’t been. Deana said, “Hey, Darlene, you might want to let him go first. My brother wants to see your panties?”

Evan glared at his sister. Darlene said, “Too bad I’m not wearing any.” She leaned forward to give him a quick glimpse at perfection, then held her skirt close and climbed the last steps.

Deana gave Darlene a kiss and said, “Great minds think alike.”

He huffed, walked past the girls, into the kitchen, and gave his mother a kiss. “I’ll be in my room until Jason gets here.”

Candy smirked. “That’s probably a good idea.”

On his way, Evan ran into Gloria. She grunted hello and rushed toward the kitchen. He didn’t know why Deana and Rebecca insisted he come to the party any more than Evan understood why he agreed. There would be seven girls in the basement. He already had sex with three of them, one Evan planned on doing it with, one he wished he could, and two were innocent bystanders. Unless Ann or Kimmy weren’t the prudes he supposed they were. Imagine stacking three tumblers and—No, stop thinking like that, Evan told himself. Deana promised nothing would lead to an orgy. He went up to his room to wait for Jason.

Candy leaned back against the counter and waited. None of her kids drank or used drugs, which is why she promised not to check on them in the basement. But, as a responsible mother, Candy needed to make sure none of the girls were smuggling anything in. After that, back to her room. She would probably call Cindy again. It was better that Evan didn’t see Cindy there, but it sucked letting her go. The previous twenty-four hours had been heaven, and Candy didn’t want it to end until her husband was on the ground at the airport. Then, Candy had to act like everything was normal. Too bad she wasn’t an award-winning actress.

Rebecca, Kimmy, and Ann walked in, all talking at the same time. One in spandex, the others in skinny jeans, and no handbags. Not a chance of smuggling in those clothes, Candy thought and said hello. They greeted her as Miss Candy, which she hated, and headed toward the living room. Candy listened to meaningless chatter until they closed the basement door.

Gloria said, “Hi, Mom,” and went out on the porch. Her daughter’s next words made Candy’s stomach twist. “Hey, Darlene, come on, meet my mom.”

Deana entered first and stared at the floor. Gloria and Darlene squeezed through the doorway with their arms around each other’s waist. “Mom, this is Darlene. You’ve probably seen her at the ballpark.”

Candy's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish while her daughter stared expectantly. Darlene’s smile vanished. Sally had been a distant memory last time Candy saw Darlene. At the time, it had been over a decade since Candy had even looked at a picture of her sister. Now, after spending time with Sally and the box of pictures, Candy felt as if someone had punched her in the face, knocking her back fifteen years. Darlene didn’t remind her of Sally; she was Sally. The lumpy, cracked linoleum floor and musty-mildew odor of their trailer overwhelmed Candy’s senses. A well of emotions threatened to buckle her knees.

“Mom?” Deana stood in front of her, blocking Candy’s view. “You alright?”

When Candy saw Sally again for the first time, it had taken her breath away, but seeing Darlene was like a kick in the gut. The girl had been punished by John, and Candy felt in part to blame. She shouldn’t have stayed with John or should have done more for Sally’s little girl. How many times had Candy practiced the conversation she planned to have with Darlene? Thousands, but not a single word came out of Candy’s mouth. “No, Dee, no, I’m not.”

“Just go,” Deana whispered, “I’ll handle it.”

“Sorry, girls, I’m gonna, gotta.” Candy rushed out of the room with her hand over her mouth.

Gloria looked at Deana and back to Darlene. “Sorry, I guess—”

“She’s sick,” Deana said. “Food poisoning, or something. Come on, let’s get this party started.”

Jason took a long look at Becky before starting his truck. It wasn't a school uniform, but his sister's skirt and blouse shouted, school girl porn, and those fuckin' pigtails made Becky seem too young for the thoughts he was having. “Take your foot off the dashboard.”

Becky put the other one up and opened her legs. “Is this better?”

“You wanna walk to Evan’s?”

She huffed. “What's bugging you?”

“Nothing, I just don't want you messing up my dashboard.”

“Didn't bother you when Darlene did it.”

True, Jason thought, but Darlene wasn't wearing leggings under her skirt, and she was masturbating. “So?”

“So, why you being so cranky? You mad because I've been spending too much time with Mom?”

The tires squealed. “No.” He had been a walking boner since Becky started spending all her time with their mother, and now they were going to a party with a bunch of sexy girls. “Has Mom always been—”

“I told you, she can tell you when, if she wants to. Just go with the flow for now.”

That might be easier if the flow involved him in bed with their mother and Becky, or at least getting something from his sister. The insatiable girl had become an addiction, and going cold turkey was killing him. “Whatever.”

“Don't be like that. I'm getting to know Mom, she needs time.”

“Is that why you've been avoiding me?”

“I'm not avoiding you,” Becky said.

“So you and Mom have been getting to know every inch of each other?”

“You jealous?”

“No,” Jason said. “I'm confused, amazed, and horny as fuck, but not jealous.”

“What's new? You've always been that way.” Becky laughed.

“Funny.” He waited for a line of cars to pass and turned right on red. “Tell me this, was what you told me about the night you made me fuck you while Mom was sleeping on the couch true?”

“I made you?” Becky rolled her eyes.

“Let's see, you called me into the living room, uncovered Mom's pussy, and sat on my dick right in front of her. Yeah, I'd say you made me.”

Becky nodded. “Yup, I suppose I made your dick hard, and got it out of your shorts, too? Besides, you loved it.”

Jason had, but he wasn't going to admit it. “Answer me, was what you said the day you pissed on me true?”

“You love that, too.”

His sister's cheeky grin and bobbing pigtails made him want to hit her or fuck her, or maybe both. “You really kissed Mom that night?”

She nodded. “Mm, and sucked her nipples, and licked her juicy pussy.”

“Stop it.” He shifted in his seat.

“Gets you horny, doesn't it?”

“I just want to know how you made it happen.”

“Ooh, you know, I sat on Mom's face and came in her mouth, and she ate me out better than—”

“Now you're just being mean.”

“What's wrong, big brother, you afraid your giant cock will get hard in front of Evan?”

There was that, but exercising restraint in front of other people was what terrified Jason. For weeks, he had unfettered access to Becky's body, and now the sexy creature was like a Popsicle on a hot day; impossible not to lick. “If you don't stop, I'm going to pull over and fuck you right now.”

“Oh, Mom's pussy taste so good, and those long, pointy nipples reach the back of my throat when I suck them. I stuffed one inside my pussy then we tasted it together. Me and Mom, both sucking her nipple.”

“You think I'm joking?”

“I hope not, because I miss having you take me from behind.” She grabbed his crotch. “Remember how you fucked me from behind in front of Evan? Mm, I need to feel that monster pounding my tiny pussy.”

“You seriously wanna fuck while we're driving?”

“No.” Becky turned sideways, leaned back on the door, and spread her legs. Jason stared at the pink wetness bulging from the hole in Becky's leggings. “I ruined these for you, so pull over right now and fuck me on the side of the road.”

Maybe somebody like Evan might have argued with his sister or been concerned about the potential for getting caught, but Jason hit the brakes and turned the wheel. Ever since he saw that video with a girl bent over a guardrail while cars whizzed past, Jason had imagined the day he would try something like that.

Becky opened the door, and Jason slid across, exiting with her. The truck was angled in so the front would block them from cars coming toward them. Jason ushered Becky around the open door and pushed her against the fender. Nobody could see them there. ”You know this is insane, right?” Jason asked.

“I do.” Becky opened his pants, stuffed her hands in, and collected his cock and balls. “That's why I'm about to get off before you're even in me.”

With his erection in his sister's tugging fists, a passing car screamed at Jason's rational mind. He spun his sister around and lifted her skirt. She leaned forward on the fender. Two cars passed them. Jason quickly found Becky's wet gash of labia and stuffed his cock head into it. “Mm, big brother, ooh that feels good.”

“Ah, I missed this.” He shoved into his sister a little too hard.

Becky grunted and said, “That's how I want it, hard and fast.”

More cars flew by. No headlights, not yet, but the sun was sliding below the horizon. He practically lifted Becky's feet off the ground with the next three thrusts.

“Oh, yes, JJ, fuck, yes, fuck me . . . hard.”

“You're such a slut.”

“I know, believe me, I know.”

Headlights made Jason squint, but the rapid bucking of his hips didn't falter. If they pulled over, he could get his zipper up and say a flat tire had already been changed. He stuffed his hands under Becky’s shirt and pinched her stiff nipples. “Ah, yes, big brother, make me cum.”

Jason pulled out, turned Becky around, and grabbed her leg, lifting it. His sister read his mind and laid back as he grabbed her other leg. When Becky's upper back was on the hood, she reached out and got him back inside her. He pushed all the way in. His sister’s legs were in front of him, her calves rested on his shoulders. Three thrusts later, Becky was halfway across the hood. She grabbed the fender and yanked herself into his pounding groin. “Do it, do it, fuck me, oh, yeah, fuck . . . fuck . . . ” He loved it when his sister lost herself in orgasm, and her insides rhythmically clamped down on him.

If someone pulls over now, Jason thought, I can’t stop, they're gonna see me fucking my sister. “Not yet, you can't cum in me, not yet.”

Jason pulled out of Becky's clinging flesh and sent four streamers onto the front tire. Becky got on her knees and nursed his head with her lips. When he was empty, she stood and French kissed him. The jizz she pushed into Jason's mouth didn't make him stop kissing her any more than the passing cars.

“What did you mean by not yet?” Jason asked.

“Mom made me an appointment to get birth control,” Becky said. “I can't wait until we can keep fucking while you’re squirting in me.”

“Mm, me too,” he said and fastened his pants. “We better go. We're late.”

“Yeah, but at least I can cross that off my fuck list.”

“You have a fuck list?”

“Don't you?” Becky got in the truck. “I wanna do everything I've masturbated to when watching porn. And a few other things, too.”

Jason shook his head. “Figures.”

Not the smartest idea Evan had that day, but Jason hadn’t shown up, and he wasn’t answering his phone, so Evan needed a way to pass the time before he had to join Deana and her friends. He was watching the new video he found starring Style and Sally. At that moment, his aunt was the meat in a fuck sandwich. Style was under her, Sixty-nine position, and a guy was on top, fucking Sally. She sucked Style off while Style ate her out. The guy's balls were bumping Style’s forehead. Occasionally, she would suck them or let the guy face-fuck her.

Evan lowered the front of his sweatpants and lubed his hand. Getting off before he subjected himself to the pantyless Darlene and the rest of Deana’s pack was a great idea.

Sally grabbed Style's rigid cock, aimed it at her face, and let blast after blast of cum splash her face. Evan’s mouth hung open while his boss squirted and squirted and squirted. He had never seen anyone, not even Peter North, shoot so many powerful, straight line bursts. No wonder it was all over me, he thought, wishing he had watched it happen. The woman was a super-soaker cum gun. Seeing a lady blow a load was exciting in a strange, confusing way. Dollops of Style’s jizz dangled from Sally's face and hair. That is why I’ve been gobbling down all those, “cum like a porn star” supplements.

The downstairs door opened and the steps creaked. Shit. He closed the browser and wrapped the elastic waistband around his erection to hold it flat, then he pulled his shirt down to conceal it, and wiped his hand off. Deana opened the door without knocking. “Hey, what if I was—”

“Cumming in my panties?” Deana asked.

“That's your fault for leaving them on the floor.”

“I suppose it is.” Deana chuckled. “Hey, I want to watch you do it sometime.”

“In your panties?”

“No, just you getting yourself off. I want to see it happen.”

“Hell no,” he said. “That's embarrassing.”

“I'll be doing it, too.”

“Now?”

“No,” Deana said, “we need you downstairs.”

“Oh, shit, sorry I forgot to move the couch.”

“Not a problem, we handled it.”

“Good, then I'm gonna wait until Jason gets here. Then we'll be down.”

“You mean you're going to finish jerking off?”

Evan reached around, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and slid his hands up. They easily fit inside the loose leg openings and encompassed the bubbles of Deana's butt. “Ooh, you weren't joking, no panties.” He pulled her groin against his erection. “We could have a quickie before we go?”

“Not now,” Deana said.

“But I'm really, really horny, and you said you’d be here for me now that Mom, you know.”

“But it’s Rebecca's party, and if she comes looking for me.” Deana shrugged and flipped her hands up. “Sorry.”

It's your own fault for watching porn, Evan told himself. “I guess, you’re right.” Especially that porn, you idiot.

“Thanks, big brother.” Deana kissed his cheek. “Let’s go. Rebecca's ready for her spanking.”

They had been spanking Rebecca on her birthday since they were kids, but that was before he had seen the tumbler naked, on her hands and knees, waiting for him to fuck her. And, before Rebecca was Deana's girlfriend. He wondered if Deana was going to help hold the wiry little fighter down the way she had in the past? “You sure about this?”

“Of course,” Deana said, “and bring her present.”

“Present? I don't want to give her a ring in front of everybody. That'll be weird.”

“We’ll say it's from both of us. Everybody will think that means you had to help me pay for it.”

“What did you get her?”

“I gave her the best dick she's ever going to have.” She squeezed his boner. “Now lower the flag pole and come on.”

Evan blushed. “Whatever you say, just give me a few seconds without your sexy ass in here.”

“Okay, and Evan, don't hold back.”

The naughty twinkle in his sister's eyes raised Evan’s brows. “Huh?”

“Spanking her, don't hold back.” Deana started down the stairs. He stayed there for a minute and thought about spanking his sister’s girlfriend in front of her.

Halfway down the open staircase into the basement, Evan ducked to sneak a peek at what awaited him. His bench and weights had been moved. The girls had dragged a couch over from the unfinished side of the basement so they had three arranged in an open-ended rectangle. The open end faced him, and there was a table behind the sofas on the right. It was covered with red plastic cups, soda bottles, bowls of snacks, a Bluetooth speaker, and other junk. Torn wrapping paper and other party debris were scattered. It was a mess, but at least there weren’t any panties on the floor. Not yet, he thought.

Evan took a few more steps and cursed Jason for being late. In fantasies, being alone with six girls, was a wonderful thing, but in the real world, Evan felt like a cat walking into a dog park, and it would be worse when Becky got there. She was an unpredictable little vixen. Thank God Jayda and Alex aren't here.

Ann, Kimmy, Deana, and Rebecca were standing by the table, talking. Darlene was on the couch with Gloria. His sister’s leg overlapped Darlene's thigh, and Gloria’s hand was in Darlene’s. How did the redhead know Gloria well enough to be holding hands with her? It made Evan uncomfortable.

Deana waved Evan over and made him sit on the end couch that faced into the space between the other two. To his right, Gloria and Darlene turned toward him with interest. “It’s time,” Deana said to Rebecca.

It surprised Evan how easy it was to get the tumbler down across his lap. The annoying, shy girl he had kissed years ago on that same couch didn’t run, screech, squirm or fight. That had always been most of the fun. Now, he pictured Rebecca on top of Deana, ready to surrender her tight pussy to him. Fucking her again would be so much better than spanking her.

Evan looked at the girl’s second skin. Black spandex was his favorite color. He slid his hand up Rebecca’s thigh and over the firm globes, then he raised it for the first of seventeen slaps and one more for good luck. “Not so fast,” Deana said and grabbed her girlfriend’s waistband.

Rebecca coiled and twisted. “Dee, no, no, I’m not—”

“You knew this was coming,” Deana said. “Why didn’t you wear underwear?”

“I didn’t know you were gonna pull my pants down.”

“You did, but you’re an exhibitionist, and you love this,” Deana said and won the fight.

Jeers of, “Do it, do it, do it,” followed. Evan said nothing. A girl was laying across his lap with her pants down to her knees while the other girl’s encouraged him to spank her. Why not skip the foreplay, Evan thought?

“I suppose I am,” Rebecca said. Her lower back curved inward and her butt popped up.

Rebecca wanted to have her naked ass spanked in front of her friends. Evan leaned forward enough to look down into the gap at the top of her thighs. The girl’s fat pussy mocked the erection he was trying to avoid. Deana swung up along the back of Rebecca’s thigh and clipped the bottom of the right cheek. For a second, it jiggled, then it flexed and bulged at the center. Oh my God, I want to see that fifty times in slow motion, Evan thought. Rebecca said, “One.”

“Oh no, that was just because. This is one.” Deana slapped, and Evan stared at the pink handprint. That’s what Deana meant by, don’t hold back.

Deana lifted Rebecca by her shoulders, sat, and moved closer to Evan, so the top half of the tumbler was across her lap. “Who's next?” Deana asked.

“What are you talkin’ about?” Rebecca asked. “I thought Evan was—”

“He will, but first,” Deana said, “everybody gets a turn?”

Rebecca inch wormed and kicked her feet, but Evan knew the girl had a lot more fight in her than that. “Me next,” Ann said and gave Rebecca a slap that didn't even make her flinch.

Kimmy said, “You call that a spanking,” and pushed Ann aside. Kimmy’s smack registered a four on Rebecca’s reaction scale.

Gloria moved up next and stared at Rebecca's ass for a long time before making eye contact with Evan. His sister’s expression wasn’t playful. She had lust in her eyes, but was it directed at him?

Gloria rested her hand on Rebecca's pink flesh and tenderly caressed it. Evan’s dick jerked upward into Rebecca’s groin. Gloria brought her hand down hard enough to make him flinch. The sound that vibrated in Rebecca’s belly excited him, but not as much as what she said, “Mm, Gloria, please, do it again.”

With a lazy smirk, Gloria hit the same reddened spot harder and said, “This is fun.”

Rebecca said, “It is, and I can’t wait until we celebrate your birthday.”

Gloria getting spanked by Rebecca was the last thing Evan needed to think about.

Darlene took two tit-jiggling steps forward and stared into his eyes as she went to her knees. “I knew you were a wild cat,” Darlene said, “but I had no idea we had so much in common.” The redhead’s hand rang the bell. Rebecca whimpered, and Darlene slapped her twice more, then used Rebecca's ass to push herself up. Evan watched the redhead’s hand slide inward and quickly dive into the groove between Rebecca’s cheeks. Darlene looked right at him and tasted her fingertip. “Dee, she’s definitely having a happy birthday,” Darlene said.

In a panting breath, Rebecca asked, “How many is that?”

Deana said, “Oops, I forgot to count. Evan, you can finish . . . finish her off.”

Evan knew what his sister meant, but he didn’t know how to or even if it was possible to achieve it with a spanking. The first whack earned him an intentional rub from Rebecca’s groin. After the second strike, Evan watched a flame of pink light up Rebecca’s perfect ass cheek. She hunched against his lap and made a noise that encouraged him to paddle down again and again. The other girls were oohing, and Rebecca said, “Ahh, yes, please . . . more, give me more.”

The tumbler sounded drunk with pleasure, so Evan hit her with more force, but still couldn’t bring himself to do what Darlene had done. Deana whispered in his ear, “Keep going, she likes it.”

The cracking sound his hand made and the burning sensation Evan felt made his cock throb with need underneath Rebecca’s undulating body. Deana wanted him to make her girlfriend cum, but it seemed like Rebecca was trying to get him off. If he wasn’t careful, there might be an embarrassing wet spot on the front of his sweats when she got up. He alternated cheeks and changed the angle of the punishing slaps. Rebecca’s flesh turned crimson, and her moans became more slurred with excitement. Ann and Kimmy’s expressions had changed. They had no idea what was going on, or why Rebecca let him continue. Darlene was grinning, and Gloria’s mouth hung open.

The way Rebecca’s muscles tightened and loosened, changing the shape of her ass, and the way her body jerked in response to his hand, set Evan on fire. At that moment, he wanted to fuck Deana while Rebecca watched, and maybe let all their friends watch. That was something that Evan needed to get out of his mind.

Rebecca muffled the wailing groan and twisted onto her side, facing Deana and him. The other four girls were sitting, staring in silence at Rebecca’s flaming ass. He wondered if they knew what had happened, or could smell the tumbler’s orgasm the way he could? Deana grinned and said, “Your face is as red as her ass.”

That was probably true, but his balls were blue. “My hand hurts.”

Rebecca wrestled her pants up and said, “How do you think my butt feels?”

“I can’t imagine,” Evan said. “Maybe this will make it feel better.” He slipped the ring on her finger. “Happy birthday.”

Deana said, “Yeah, happy birthday, again.”

Tears pooled in Rebecca’s eyes while she stared at her finger. “It’s like Deana’s.” She sat up and hugged him, then she smiled and wiggle her butt. “Ooh, thank you, thank you, Evan, I, uh, I can’t believe it. You have no idea how much it means. I gotta stand . . . maybe get some ice.”

Evan glanced around and saw what might have been horror on Kimmy and Ann’s faces. Darlene was still grinning, and Gloria’s expression seemed to say, what about me? As Rebecca stood, she placed her hand on his boner and whispered, “You can do it anytime.” Did she mean spank her, Evan wondered, or does she want me to fuck her again?