From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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Potential

bistander

Chapter 35

The Game

Sandals on the stairs got Evan’s attention. White leggings, plaid skirt, white blouse, pointy tits that screamed for a bra, and those pigtails that made Becky appear too young for him to have fucked her. Damn it, Evan thought, I hate her. Actually, he hated himself for opening Pandora's box in the first place. Becky smirked, and he looked away.

Deana turned from the group of girls who had been munching on junk and talking. “It’s about time,” she said.

Jason reached the bottom step and said, “Sorry, Becky made me late.” He seemed as nervous about what Becky might say or do as Evan was. I better talk to him, Evan thought, set up some kind of damage control. Plus, he needed to talk to someone about what happened with Ms. Style.

“You missed the spanking,” Deana said.

“Ooh, can somebody spank me?” Becky asked. Jason glared at her.

Deana chuckled. “Maybe later, but now we’re gonna play the game.”

The game sounded very specific, and that made Evan nervous, so he asked, “Strip poker?”

Deana gave him the evil eye. Kimmy said, “Truth or dare?”

“No,” Deana said, “we’re not in sixth grade. Everyone take a seat and we’ll explain.”

Oh, great, Evan thought, no time to talk. He turned and watched Jason consider his options as people started finding a spot on the couches. It wasn't a surprise to see Jason sit next to Kimmy because other than being a little taller and more muscular from gymnastics, Kimmy's body and hair color were a lot like Becky's. Jason either had a type or he only wanted to fuck girls who reminded him of his sister. What he wouldn’t give to see the look on Kimmy’s face if Jason whipped out the mule.

Becky, Gloria and Darlene sat on the couch across from Ann, Kimmy and Jason. Evan wanted Jason’s spot directly across from Darlene, so he could watch the redhead open and close her legs, but he sat catty-corner to Becky on the couch that faced the staircase. His knee touched Becky’s. Deana sat next to him with Rebecca beside her.

“Is everybody comfortable and happy with their spot?” Deana asked. Everyone nodded curiously. “Good. During the game you have to stay there. You can get up for a drink or use the bathroom, but you have to come back to that spot.”

“Why?” Ann asked.

“Because we—Rebecca, really, had a hard time coming up with unique dares that stayed TV-16 or below,” Deana said.

“I thought we weren't playing truth or dare,” Kimmy said.

“We're not,” Deana said. “We're playing dare or bare.”

Ann said, “What the hell?”

Evan turned to Deana. “Huh?”

Becky leaned forward, put her hand on Evan’s leg and said, “Ooh.”

“It's like charades,” Rebecca said. “Except, we aren’t trying to guess what you're doing, we already know that. It’ll be your job to make us believe it’s real. You know, real enough that we could have guessed if we were actually playing charades. You have to convince us, one way or another.”

“Believe what is real?” Kimmy asked.

“The stuff we wrote.” Deana held up several pieces of paper. “We worked really hard on these.”

“Hard on.” Becky giggled.

“But what if we can’t?” Ann asked.

“Don't worry,” Deana said, “it’s all TV-16 rated stuff or below. Nobody is going to have to do, um, well, do anything I wouldn't do. But, if you can’t or won’t, then you can remove a piece of clothing, instead.”

“But shoes, socks, jewelry, and stuff like that don’t count,” Rebecca said. “It has to be a piece of clothing.”

“Sounds like fun,” Becky said.

“Okay, we’ll go around the room and everybody will get the same dare, but the who with changes based on where you’re sitting. That’s why you can’t move around.”

“What?” Evan asked.

“Let's play already,” Rebecca said. “It'll make sense then. Who wants to start?”

Darlene shrugged. “I will.”

“Great, dare or bare?” Deana asked.

Darlene made a show of looking under her skirt and said, “I don't really have a choice.”

Ann and Kimmy stared at the redhead as if they couldn't imagine how any girl would leave home in a skirt without underwear. Deana unfolded a piece of paper. “You have to make us believe you're sharing your first really passionate kiss.”

“With who?” Darlene asked.

Rebecca shook a bag. Deana reached in, pulled out a piece of paper, and read, “With the person chosen by whoever is sitting on your left.”

Gloria and Darlene both said, “What!”

“That's what it says here.” Deana waved the roughly torn rectangle of paper. “It would be too easy if you got to pick someone you wanted to kiss, but don't worry, you can fake it . . . as long as we believe it’s real.”

“Gloria, who do you choose?” Rebecca asked.

Evan watched his little sister smirk as she said, “Kimmy, I pick Kimmy.”

Kimmy protested while Ann and Rebecca yanked her to her feet. Darlene’s expression made Evan feel sorry for the prudish tumbler, but excited about the redhead kissing another girl. Although, he rather it was Deana, again.

The two victims of Deana and Rebecca's scheme backed up from between the two couches until Kimmy was against the side of the staircase. Darlene stepped in front of her, blocking their view of Kimmy. Evan could see the girl’s arms dangling at her sides. Darlene's hands went up somewhere around Kimmy's shoulders or neck. It might have been the hand over her mouth trick he used on Jayda, but Darlene's head turned. Evan thought he heard Kimmy gasp, and her fingers closed and opened several times. Cheers erupted, and Darlene turned back. “I guess you were convinced.”

Kimmy wiped her mouth and walked to her spot between Ann and Jason. The poor girl looked as if she had seen somebody get stabbed to death. Evan chuckled, thinking Deana's game wasn't so bad after all.

“Okay,” Deana said, “I doubt anybody wouldn't be convinced that was real, but don’t forget, it doesn’t have to be, as long as we think it is.”

“It's your turn, Jason,” Rebecca said.

Jason glanced at Evan, and he knew Jason was in the same boat as him. They were both up shit creek without a paddle or underwear. That meant they could only pass on one of Deana's dares.

Jason licked his lips and said, “I'll kiss Darlene or Kimmy.”

“That's not how it works,” Rebecca said and pulled a piece of paper from the bag. “You get the person chosen by the last person to choose a dare. Darlene?”

A satisfied grin appeared on Darlene's face. “I think it's only fair to choose you, Deana, since you created this game.”

Evan knew Jason had wanted to kiss Deana again ever since they played spin the bottle, but that was before French kissing, and before they agreed sisters were off limits, and certainly before he had fucked Jason's sister. Evan looked at Jason and tried to say, oh well, with his eyes. Jason took the lead as Darlene had, blocking everyone's view. Deana's hands were on Jason's lower back. Evan couldn't see Jason's, but one of them wasn't in front of Deana's mouth. Her head tilted, then both of them were moving in a convincing way. Evan's stomach twisted. He didn't want his sisters kissing other boys, ever.

Deana didn't ask if they were convinced. She didn't have to because Jason's face told the story. He staggered back to his seat without looking at Evan. It’s stupid to be jealous, Evan thought, it’s a game.

Kimmy started to sputter. “Relax, Kimmy, you already did a dare, so we skip you,” Deana said. “But, that doesn't mean you can't be chosen again to participate in someone else's dare.”

Ann and Kimmy protested, but Rebecca cut them off, “You don't have to do any of them. Just remove a piece of clothing, instead.”

“Ann, how do you choose?” Deana asked.

“I'll do the kissing thing,” Ann said. “I need to save my clothes in case they get worse. Will they?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Deana fished around in the bag. “It says, the person sitting to your right.”

Rebecca smiled and pulled Ann to her feet. “Come on, this one is easy.”

Evan watched the two girls standing by the staircase. He couldn’t swear they were actually kissing, but Ann’s resistance seemed genuine. They finished without cheers, but nobody demanded a more convincing performance. Rebecca turned, and her expression told Evan everything he needed to know about the kiss. Ann might not be as traumatized as Kimmy, but she had gotten more than she wanted.

“Okay,” Deana said, “we’re skipping Rebecca and me, so it’s Evan’s turn. How do you choose, Evan?”

“Dare,” Evan said. “With who?”

As Deana reached in the bag, Ann looked at her and said, “I hope it's you.”

Deana snickered and said, “Ooh, I hope so.”

Ann scowled, and Evan gulped as if realizing for the first time it might be either of his sisters or Jason. Anyone else, please, he thought. Deana smiled. “Evan, it says, the second person on your right gets to choose who you will be sharing a first really passionate kiss with. Gloria, that's you, again.”

Gloria looked right at him, chewing her lip in thought, then she turned and whispered in Darlene's ear. They went back and forth a couple of times before Gloria said, “Evan, make me believe . . . us believe you have the hots for Darlene while you’re making out.”

Evan stared at Gloria with his best what the fuck expression. Darlene whispered something, Gloria nodded, and Darlene got up. He wanted to show Darlene how good their last kiss had been, but not like this. Oh well, we can fake it, Evan thought and slowly approached the redhead. She didn’t move back, so Evan was directly in front of Gloria, two feet away from Darlene. He stepped on his sister’s toes hard enough to let her know he wasn’t happy. Gloria kicked him and said, “Be a sneaker, and just do it.”

The space in front of Evan was like a vacuum, sucking him closer. It was impossible to look at the redhead and not want to touch her. She had infected him with desire the way Candy had once they kissed. He couldn’t be in the same room with Candy without wanting to make love to her.

Darlene threw her arms around Evan. They were kissing, stumbling back. It couldn't have been more convincing to their audience or Evan. It was like their first kiss, and completely different, and not only because seven people were watching. Darlene’s back hit the side of the staircase, the kiss stopped, and they stared at each other. Her hands moved under Evan’s shirt. Fingertips slid across his stomach. Darlene’s skin caressing his, made Evan forget where he was. She squeezed his sides and it pulled an internal trigger. Evan’s middle jerked forward, smashing his boner against her groin. She pushed her tongue deep inside his mouth. He reached under the redhead’s skirt and firmly grasped that wonderful ass he had watched bounce down the school hallways. It was a comfortable fit in Evan’s hands. He squeezed it hard and yanked the girl into him. She gasped, sucking air from his mouth.

“What did Gloria say?” Evan asked.

Darlene nibbled his ear while forcing a hand between them and down his pants. “She asked if it would be alright if she chose herself.” Darlene’s warm, smooth palm cupped his balls. His stiffness was pressed under the girl’s wrist and forearm.

He hunched. “What did you say?”

“I told her to wait for a better time . . . when it can be special.”

“What else did she say?”

“She said if it couldn’t be her, it had to be me.” Darlene’s grip tightened.

“Ah, don’t crush ‘em.”

“You know she’s special, right?” Darlene asked. He nodded and bit his lip. “She said we should do it right in front of everyone.”

“Do it?”

“Shh.” Darlene sucked his tongue. “You wanna fuck me right now? No panties, it’d be so easy to slide this right inside me.” She lifted a leg to his hip. He grabbed it. “Shove this big cock in me while your sister and your friends watch? We’d turn Deana’s game around on her, wouldn’t we?”

There wasn’t anything Evan would have rather done, but he shook his head. “No, Gloria, she wouldn’t really want us to do that.”

Darlene’s smile grew as she nodded. “Good.”

“You're supposed to be simulating making out, not sharing secrets,” Rebecca said.

Evan started to turn, but Darlene grabbed his face. “You better not hurt her.”

The girl’s expression was more terrifying than Deana’s meanest glares. “She’s important? . . . Is she who you meant in the car before?”

Darlene nodded. “She’s the first person I have ever cared about . . . like this, so you better not hurt her.”

Evan gulped. “I won’t.” He turned, afraid of what he would see looking back at him, but before he had a chance to read their faces, Darlene changed everything. A cool sensation and the thud of his boner whacking into his body came at the same time. Ann covered her gaping mouth with one hand and pointed with the other. Kimmy leaned forward, and Jason cracked up before Evan could reach for the pants Darlene had pulled down.

“That's embarrassing,” Deana said.

“Not at all,” Becky said. “I want to be simulated with that next.”

“Shut up, Becky,” Jason said.

Evan jerked when Darlene slapped his ass, then he watched her walk back to the spot next to Gloria. His sister wouldn’t look at him. It had to be Gloria’s idea, Evan thought and stood behind her, wrapping his hands around her neck. She shrugged her shoulders, giggled and squirmed, but he kept up the tickle-choking until she was thrashing and sliding down. “You just wait,” he said, ”I'm gonna get you back.”

When Evan let go, Gloria looked up and said, “Nice boner.”

Shit, my little sister just mentioned my dick in front of everybody. He pretended to ignore it and his burning, flushed cheeks. “Thank you.”

After Evan sat down next to Deana, he whispered, “What the fuck, Gloria told Darlene she wants me to, ah, you know, with me.”

Deana said, “You’re so into her.” Evan assumed Deana meant Gloria until she added, “And I think she’s in love with both of you.”

“Becky, it’s your turn,” Rebecca said.

“With Evan?” Becky asked.

“Not me,” Ann said. “Please, not me.”

Rebecca clucked and flapped her arms at Ann. Deana said, “Becky, the who for you is the person who last chose for someone else. Congratulations, Gloria, that’s you.”

Gloria nodded. Evan gulped and leaned to the side, looking down the length of the couch Becky, Gloria and Darlene were on. He realized all three of them had worn skirts. Which one of them organized that, Evan wondered? Had to be Becky or the redhead. Gloria hardly ever wore a skirt at home. He knew what was under Darlene’s, and Becky was wearing leggings, but what was under Gloria’s skirt?

Becky flipped around on her knees and straddled Gloria. Evan watched his sister’s feigned resistance as Becky used two fistfuls of her hair to pin Gloria’s head to the back of the couch. If she is gonna do that, Evan thought, I wanna grab Becky's pigtails and fuck her from behind while they make out.

The profile view Evan had revealed with certainty that the make out was as fake as when he pretended to kiss Alex. Gloria struggled, but not in resistance. She was fighting to get her hand between Becky's legs. Becky would let her, but would his sister grab another girl’s pussy in front of everybody? It didn't matter, Evan decided, it couldn’t be any more exciting one way or the other. He imagined them in the sixty-nine position, Gloria on the top, taking him, while his balls slapped Becky's forehead. Just like Ms. Style. A twinge of realization made Evan tighten. He wanted to be on the bottom, looking up at a cock, and maybe even—No, stop that, Evan told himself.

With her pigtails wagging, Becky shot up, arched back, and thrust her crotch against Gloria's body. Jason’s sister, who was supposed to be over by the stairs, simulating a make-out scene with Gloria, was dry humping his sister three feet away from him. More like stimulation, Evan thought and adjusted his shirt to better hide his true feelings about his little sister making out with Becky. Jason stared at Evan with a, fuckin’ Becky expression.

Becky flopped to the side, straightened and pulled herself into a proper sitting position, except now her bent leg was over his knee, and her foot was looped behind his calf, holding it. “I'm sure you are completely satisfied with our simulation,” Becky said. “I know I am.”

Gloria seemed unfazed. Darlene smiled and held Gloria’s hand on the couch between them. The intimate gesture made Evan’s teeth clench. He didn't want to share Gloria with Darlene, and as insane as it seemed, Evan didn't want Darlene to be with anyone else. She was special to him now, and Evan felt as if he needed to protect her, or keep her safe from something. He swallowed hard. His feelings disturbed him.

“I’m gonna take a bare,” Gloria said.

“You don’t have to go,” Deana said. “You just performed a very convincing, um, well, more than a first kiss.”

Gloria shrugged and reached under her T-shirt. It rode up as she twisted and worked a hand around to her back. Evan got wonderful glimpses of his sister’s under boob before she magically pulled a bra out. Jason said, “No fair! There should be a rule against that.”

Evan checked each girl and decided Ann was the only one whose mother wouldn’t have told her she needed a bra in public. Becky, Darlene, and now Gloria, absolutely should have been wearing one. The outline of his sister’s nipples were bleeding through the tight shirt. From the side, with their four breasts lined up in a row, Evan saw how similar Gloria and Darlene’s tits were. Both sets were round and firm, resting gently on their bodies, swollen at the sides where their upper arms would push them together to increase the depth of their cleavage. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to tell the difference in a blindfolded squeeze test. I’d probably have to use the titty fuck method, Evan thought. Surely, he’d remember how Gloria’s tits felt wrapped around him.

Deana looked at Jason and said, “Just perform your dare and you won’t have to worry about bras or no bras.”

Rebecca’s giggle made Evan nervous. He knew how diabolical Deana could be, but in cahoots with Rebecca, somebody, probably him, was going to end up doing something really embarrassing. Was there anything more embarrassing than having your pants yanked down in front of your sisters’ friends while your sisters are there?

“Round two,” Rebecca said.

“Darlene, you're next,” Deana said. “What do you choose?”

Darlene’s head tipped toward her raised shoulder. “I have no problem sitting here topless, but I’d hate to miss out on whatever the wild cat might have come up with.”

Evan couldn’t tell if Ann and Kimmy were confused about who the wild cat was, or if they were trying to imagine Darlene topless. He thought about suggesting everybody go topless, but what kind of pervert wants to see their sister’s tits?

Rebecca grinned. “You have to simulate oral sex.”

Becky said, “Ooh, now things are getting interesting.”

Deana shook her head and poked Evan. He figured Deana had invited Becky, so he shrugged, thinking, it’s your fault. “Okay, the who with says.” Deana unfolded the paper. “Oh, it says the person sitting next to me. That’s you, birthday girl. Remember, TV-16, you don't have to actually—”

“Hey, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Darlene said, “Don't make me answer that question,” and everyone else laughed at the girl who had her naked ass spanked in front of them. Evan wondered if anyone other than Deana and him knew Rebecca got off on it?

“Fine.” Rebecca huffed and got up.

Darlene was already on her feet. “Let's go, girl.” She pulled Rebecca over to the staircase, then Darlene turned her back to them and pointed in front of her. “On your knees, bitch.” She looked over her shoulder and asked Deana, “Is bitch allowed on TV-16 movies?”

“Whatever you want as long as it doesn't turn X-rated,” Deana said. “Candy is cool, but I don't think she'd be okay with us having an orgy.”

Evan wondered when his sister had become so comfortable referring to their mother as Candy. That was a bad habit that they both had to break before their father got home.

Ann said, “Definitely not okay with me, either.”

Becky said, “Ah, no fun,” and Jason stared her down.

Once Rebecca was on her knees, she poked her head out from behind Darlene and looked at Deana with questioning eyes. Deana turned her palms up and made a face that said, whatever.

Rebecca flipped her the bird and disappeared behind the redhead. Darlene reached down as if grabbing Rebecca's head and arched backward, thrusting her pelvis forward. The tumbler's hands slid up the backs of Darlene's thighs and vanished under her skirt. Deana's fingers tightened, grasping the edge of the couch. Evan wondered if she wanted to charge and knock Darlene down or try and get a better view? He didn't need one, there was no doubt in his mind that Darlene had Rebecca's hair, and she was using it to pull the girl's face into her pussy. Once again, Evan wished it had been him as much as he wouldn’t do it in front of Gloria.

Darlene moaned and said, “That's it, bitch, eat it, eat my pussy.” She lifted a foot to one of the steps and turned her raised knee out.

Evan glanced around to see how others were reacting. Curious stares were the norm from everyone except Kimmy, who was on the edge of her seat, squirming, with her legs slammed shut. Evan turned back to the show and saw movement under Darlene's skirt. Rebecca's hands were all over that big sexy ass. The middle of Darlene's body rolled in an erotic fuck motion, riding Rebecca's face. If anybody in the room didn't think she was really getting off, they had never seen someone have their pussy licked.

Darlene's foot fell from its raised position. She wobbled, holding Rebecca's head for balance. Nobody spoke, but Evan could hear Kimmy panting. Jason's hands were strategically placed on his lap, and Evan knew his friend wouldn't be able to stand for a few minutes.

When Darlene pulled Rebecca to her feet, the tumbler dragged her forearm across her mouth and said, “I'm expecting an academy award or at least applause.”

Becky clapped frantically and said, “I want to go next.”

Everyone stared at her, and Ann said, “You can have my turn, all of them.”

Rebecca clucked and flapped her arms, again. Darlene fanned her skirt and walked bowlegged back to the couch. “I got to pee,” Kimmy said. “I've been holding it since they started. Be right back.”

Nobody said what they were thinking, but Deana said, “Okay, but we won’t skip your turn.”

UPSTAIRS

Unless Candy wanted to get fired, she had to catch up on her transcription work. That’s why she was at her desk on a Friday night. Unfortunately, Candy couldn't concentrate because of the annoying loop playing in her mind. Thank God Deana was there to help me, Candy thought. Still, she made a scene, and Darlene deserved an explanation. Not that Candy could tell Darlene her mother was back, but she wanted to let Darlene know she was loved. How can I do that without saying too much, Candy wondered? It was possible she would stare into Darlene's eyes, again, and see Gloria, and that would remind Candy that Darlene hadn't grown up with the woman who gave birth to her. Darlene hadn't gotten to meet the people who talked to her or kissed her while she was still inside Sally's belly, the way Gloria had. Or, Candy might feel Sally's pain, again, or imagine the suffering Darlene may have endured. How much would that be? Candy couldn't know, so her mind force-fed her everything John caused in one serving. The result, a vomit-inducing overload of emotions. Candy couldn't let any of that happen again. If nothing else, she would hug Darlene and apologize for running off.

The camera window popped up on the monitor when the bathroom light came on. Candy sighed and minimized it when she saw Kimmy walk-in. She had no intention of spying on the kid’s friends. It was bad enough she had done it to them, but not anymore. Well, unless, maybe if Evan was going to jerk off in Deana's panties, Candy might not be able to resist. Secretly seeing something she shouldn't, was like a shot of heroin, except adrenaline and endorphins we're being injected into her bloodstream. It was an addiction, and like any addiction, Candy hated herself after the high was gone. The only hope was to get rid of the cameras, and that they would do as soon as Sally had the evidence.

The window popped up again after a few minutes because the bathroom light went off, but before Candy could minimize it, the person she had been waiting for backed Kimmy into the room. Kimmy's demeanor, posture, and frightened face suggested she was being forced. It instantly snapped Candy back in time to her childhood. Sally was older than her, and Sally had always been bigger and stronger, but she never used physical strength on Candy.

Just like her mother, Candy thought, Darlene hadn’t either. She used those intense eyes and that bewildering expression to move Kimmy. It was amazing; Darlene had been raised by other people yet she had inherited Sally's traits.

Sally had been like a cat. Simply by being there, she could make you pet her when you didn't want to. She could draw you in with one look or suggestive smile. Her personality made it hard not to like her, and a gentle touch could make you want her. Candy thought about the first time they shared a kiss. It wasn’t planned. They had never talked about it, and Candy didn't want to. She had no desire to kiss other girls, certainly not her sister. That was until Sally stood in front of Candy, looked into her eyes, and placed a hand on her throat. Candy had been pulled into the bubble of sexual energy that surrounded Sally, and an insatiable desire burned inside Candy. When their lips touched, Candy suddenly knew everything about kissing other girls. She wanted anything Sally would give her and would have let Sally take anything she wanted.

Darlene's lips were moving, and Candy wished there was sound. Although, she didn't need it. She knew Darlene could get what she wanted without speaking a word.

In the bathroom, the edge of the counter pressed into the tops of Kimmy's thighs. Her ass cheeks overlapped it. She couldn't back up another inch, but Darlene was still pressing in. “Had you ever kissed a girl before me?” Darlene asked. Kimmy shook her head and pressed the heels of her hands into the counter. “Did you like it?”

Kimmy pushed down, lifting herself. Only her toes touched the floor, but Darlene was still staring into her eyes. “I think you did.” Darlene wrapped her hand around Kimmy's throat. “But it scared you.” Darlene's tits fanned out against Kimmy's chest. “There's nothing to be afraid of.”

This time, when Darlene kissed her, Kimmy's arms didn't hang limply at her sides. They rose defensively, then wrapped around Darlene. Her fingers grabbed, digging into Darlene's flesh. Darlene pulled Kimmy's hair, tipping her head back. “Don't worry, just let yourself go.”

Kimmy nodded until Darlene’s teeth and lips attacked her neck, and the redhead crammed a hand down the front of Kimmy's pants. The girl who had never been past second base with a boy sucked in her stomach and opened her legs for another girl’s hand. Darlene clamped down on the tumbler’s crotch, forcing her middle finger into the burning wetness. She knew Kimmy had come up here to get herself off, but hadn't been in the bathroom long enough. The poor girl had chickened out and would have to spend the rest of the party wiggling and squeezing her thighs together, desperate for release. “Let it go, girl,” Darlene said and kissed her. “Just let it happen.”

Kimmy leaned back, lifted her stiff legs and kicked the air while Darlene rotated and thrust her hand, smashing and grinding Kimmy's clit. A finger plowed through the embarrassingly flooded labia and slipped inside Kimmy’s body. “Ah, ah, ah, f-ah, f-ah, fuck.” She wiggled back and slammed her legs on Darlene's hand. “Stop, stop, stop, please.”

Darlene removed her hand. “Shh.” She pressed her finger to Kimmy's lips and placed her mouth over it. Her tongue snaked past it and inside Kimmy's mouth. “Mm, you taste it?”

Kimmy nodded while their tongues darted around the finger inside her mouth. “Me too,” Darlene said. “You're delicious.” Kimmy took a few deep breaths and started to say something, but Darlene shook her head. “No, this never happened, never. Now, you better get back down there before they get the right idea about what we might be doing.”

Candy sucked in short, quick breaths. She was ashamed of herself but grateful she had watched. Rebecca’s prudish friend had been reduced to a puddle of sexual mush, and the world as Kimmy had known it had been demolished. Her mind had been ripped open and filled with desires Kimmy hadn't known before, and if tempted with them, she would have quickly rejected them. Candy knew that because that's what Sally had done to her a long time ago.

Darlene might not have had the life Candy dreamed of when she kissed Sally's belly and talked to the baby inside, but Darlene wasn't a fragile, defenseless orphan. Sally's child had turned out like her mother. Darlene had survived by whatever means necessary, and she knew how to take what she wanted. Knowing that, would make it easier to speak to Darlene without falling apart. Wouldn’t it?

DOWNSTAIRS

Evan knew from the dazed, flushed expression on Kimmy's face that something had happened. It made him think about the day they stood in front of Darlene's trailer. He had no intention of kissing her, but he couldn't stop himself. A desperate desire had emboldened him, and once their mouths and tongues were together, Evan had to have the redhead. Her touch made him mad with lust. If Darlene hadn't jerked away, he would have fucked her right there. Poor Kimmy, Evan thought, again.

Kimmy walked between the table and the back of the couch where Ann and Jason sat. She filled a cup with Coke and stood there with her back to them, drinking. Deana interrupted Rebecca and Ann's conversation about gymnastics and whatever Becky and Gloria were talking about. “Kimmy, Jason chickened out and removed his shirt, so it’s your turn.”

Kimmy turned around, put her hands on the back of the couch behind Ann's head, and looked at Jason’s bare chest. “My turn?”

Evan and Deana looked at each other and mouthed the word Darlene.

“That’s right,” Rebecca said. “You didn’t think we would skip you, did you?”

“Dare or bare?” Deana asked.

Kimmy shrugged and started opening her pants. Jason's head snapped around, and Evan cursed the high backed couch, wondering how totally pervy it would be to jump up and watch Kimmy undress. She draped her pants over the couch and said, “Bare.”

The expression on Jason's face told Evan what was coming next. Kimmy dropped her panties on the seat where she had been sitting and put her pants back on. She didn’t button them. Jason stared at the underwear. Kimmy carried her drink around, picked up her panties and sat between Jason and Ann.

“I suppose since only Ann and Jason saw that, it's still TV-16,” Deana said.

“Can't we just play naked twister?” Becky asked.

Everyone stared at the girl whose pigtails and school uniform made her look twelve, but only Deana, Jason, and Ann were vehemently shaking their heads. Gloria mumbled, “Covered in oil.”

“No,” Deana said, “maybe next time when our brothers aren't here.”

Ann said, “I'm not getting naked with anyone, especially not a bunch of girls.” She looked to Kimmy for support, but the girl was staring into space with the same blank expression she had come down the stairs with.

Rebecca turned to Becky and said, “I’ll play.”

“Nobody is playing twister, naked or otherwise,” Deana said. “We don't even have that game.”

UPSTAIRS

Candy waited in the living room, looking into the hallway. Darlene came out of the bathroom, shaking her wet hands. “Darlene, honey,” Candy said, “got a second?”

“Sure.” Darlene stopped within arms length of Candy. “You feeling better?”

Candy nodded while her confidence wilted in Darlene’s presence. The girl’s body and her demeanor weren’t that of a teenager. Candy reached out and pulled Darlene into her arms. “I’m sorry, baby, so sorry.”

Darlene’s embrace was powerful, and the hug lasted longer than what should have been comfortable. They continued holding hands after stepping back. Candy tried to ease into the planned conversation, but Darlene asked, “Is Aunt Sally my mother?”

The air went out of Candy as her shoulders sagged. “Yes, yes she is, and she loves you, she loves you so much.”

“Is that why she gave me away?”

“No… Yes… No, I mean.” Candy paused for a long time. “There are things that you don't know.”

Darlene released Candy’s hands. “Things that are a good excuse for getting rid of your kid? Is there a good excuse for that?”

“Excuse?” Candy wanted to slap the girl. “There are reasons, ah, sometimes things,” she clenched her fists, “things that we can’t control, but that doesn't mean Sally doesn't love you. She did . . . and does.”

“Why hasn't she told me that?”

“She doesn't think you would want to see her,” Candy said. “She thinks you hate her, and doesn’t want to—”

“Maybe I do,” Darlene said. “Why wouldn't I?”

“Because she doesn't deserve that any more than you deserve what happened to you. She had no choice, but she still hates herself for it.”

“Everybody has a choice,” Darlene said.

Candy took several long, halting breaths and squeezed her eyes against threatening tears. “Sometimes the choices are all bad, and we choose the one that we think will hurt the least amount of people. That's what your mother did, but in the end, everyone suffered anyway.”

Darlene shifted her weight from foot to foot. “What were the other things that were worse choices?”

“Honey, I wish I could explain, but I can’t.”

“You don’t know?” Darlene asked.

“I don’t, can’t tell you,” Candy said, fighting the urge to hold the girl. “Those are Sally’s things . . . things for Sally to tell, but she doesn’t think you would ever want to see her. She thinks you hate her as much as she hates herself.”

“Shouldn’t she?” Darlene asked.

“I don’t think so.”

Darlene’s fists tightened and came up to her stomach, then fell as she blew out hard. “I don’t like hating people I never met. Tell her, you can tell her that for me.”

Candy saw the hurting child Darlene kept buried under the tough girl persona. She tried to hug Darlene, but the girl shook it off and turned away. Candy was still standing there with her arms out after Sally’s baby girl closed the basement door behind her, then she staggered back and slumped in a corner as dark as her mood.

DOWNSTAIRS

The door at the top of the stairs opened and closed and everybody watched Darlene come down. She seemed subdued as she walked to her seat. Gloria gave her a questioning look. Darlene whispered in Gloria’s ear. She nodded and rubbed Darlene’s arm.

“Sorry I took so long,” Darlene said. “I ran into ah, Candy.”

That explains a lot, Evan thought. He had run into Candy outside the bathroom door. His mind went tilt and his balls tingled. Darlene and Candy, he thought. That would be too much to handle.

“You only missed Kimmy taking off her panties,” Becky said. “I bet she wishes she had worn a skirt, too.”

Darlene grinned. “I bet she does.”

Kimmy nodded lethargically and stared at her knees which seemed to be nailed together since Darlene returned. Now, Evan could be sure, Darlene had fucked with Kimmy, and he wished he could have been there to watch.

“Ann, it’s your turn now,” Deana said.

“Do the dare,” Rebecca said.

Ann stood, shaking her head, and said, “As embarrassing as this might be,” she wiggled her pants down, kicked them off, and tugged her shirt until it covered her plain white underpants, “I’ll take a bare.”

Evan stared at the girl, waiting for the stretched shirt to pop off her shoulders and fly down her body. “We’re skipping me,” Rebecca said, “so it’s your turn, Dee. I’ll do the honors.” She closed her eyes and reached in the bag.

Ann said, “I hope it’s Evan.” This time, her animosity wasn’t masked with a smirk, and Deana didn’t snicker.

“It says, whoever removed clothing last, gets to choose who,” Rebecca said. “Ann?”

“Not my brother,” Deana said.

“You made me get kissed by a girl,” Ann said as if there wasn’t anything more disgusting. “And you must have known this was a possibility, so keep it in the family. I choose Evan, for you.”

Evan saw his sister fighting back a smirk as she stood. “Just because it’s your brother, doesn’t mean we’ll settle for something that isn’t convincing,” Ann said. Everyone agreed.

“Not a problem.” Deana grabbed Evan’s hand and tugged him along. He thought, definitely a problem.

They moved to their right, where the stairs were almost high enough to stand underneath. Evan turned around and rested the back of his head on the staircase, facing the room. Darlene was closest, on the end of the nearest couch. Jason was across from her, with Kimmy and Ann next to him. Ann was way down at the far end, Rebecca to her right, catty-corner on the couch facing them.

Deana smirked at Darlene and turned back to Evan. “Down, bitch, on your knees.”

Oh, good, Evan thought, she’s not going to put her face near my dick. His sister mimicked the redhead, grabbed Evan's hair and arched back. Now, Evan was thinking, oh fuck me. Deana's delicious pussy was inches away from his mouth. He could smell her lust. Why was he surprised that Deana was getting off on the game as much as him?

“Don’t just stare at it,” Deana said and looked over her shoulder toward Ann. “Eat me out!” He glared at her. Deana pulled his head and thrust her pelvis. The gaping leg openings revealed his sister's smooth, hairless labia. Deana's slit dripped with the readiness he required when forcing the bulbous knob of his cock inside her. Evan held on to his sister’s thighs and pressed his face into her crotch. A quick side-to-side head shake moved the material away and Deana's flesh touched his lips.

It wasn’t a decision Evan made; his tongue came out because it had to. Deana’s body made a jerky twerk that was probably involuntary as well. The plump swells smashed into his mouth, spread, and covered his lips with Deana's wet inner flesh. She was on fire. His hands slid up, stopping when they bumped into the underside of her ass cheeks. He thrust his tongue out and shoved his hands into her shorts. There wasn’t any better way to eat his sister out than with her glorious ass firmly in his grasp.

Rebecca clapped loudly. “Wooo, that’s the best simulation of the night.”

Deana grabbed one of the steps, pulled up, and lifted her legs over Evan’s shoulders. Her thighs clamped around his neck, choking and bending him backward. He stared up at her. Deana’s expression said, I want more, but this is insane. She let him fall on his back, and walked away.

“There,” Deana said, “I don’t think anyone gets to complain about their with who after that.”

Evan worked his awkwardly folded legs out from under him and looked up through the steps. A lot had changed since his junior pervert days, laying there to watch Deana and Rebecca going up and down.

“TV-16, really?” Ann said.

“More like soft porn,” Jason said.

“I’m next,” Becky said. “Stay there . . . just in case.”

Rebecca grinned at Evan with a piece of torn paper in her hand. Deana plopped down next to her and said, “Ooh, Becky, lucky you. It says, the person on your left, and even though Evan isn’t there, he should be, so let’s see if you can simulate better than me.”

At least she’s wearing legging, Evan thought. Becky was there in a second, standing over him. It was a lot like the night she squatted on his face while Jason was showering. The freak wanted to get caught fucking him, and when he refused, she made him watch Jason do her. Becky’s legs started bending, and Evan saw the ripped material parting. Fuckin’ Becky sat on his chest and scooted forward, dragging her drooling crotch across his chin. Her skirt draped Evan’s neck, hiding his face from their audience. He lifted his head, opened his mouth, and closed in around the girl’s pubic bone. She bucked and moaned when he sucked her clit. At least it’s not my sister, he thought, and tongue fucked Becky’s tight opening. How the hell does Jason get the mule in there? Becky leaned forward, pulled his hair and thrashed, grinding her pussy on his face. The girl didn’t care who was watching; she wanted to get off.

“Oh my, God,” Ann said.

Evan reached around Becky’s legs and checked to make sure his cock wasn’t poking out of his sweatpants. Becky groaned, stiffened, and bent backward until his chin was jammed between her ass cheeks.

“Dee, she might have outdone you,” Rebecca said.

Becky banged her head on the staircase when she stood and staggered to her seat. Evan considered crawling into the dark part of the basement but decided it couldn’t get any worse, so he sat up and took in everyone’s face. Darlene, Becky, Deana, Rebecca, and Jason were grinning. Ann seemed horrified, and Kimmy’s expression was still blank. Gloria’s head was turned away. Shit, maybe it could get worse?

When Evan got back to his spot next to Deana, he elbowed her in the side. “Remind me to kill you later.”

Deana shrugged. “You invited her.”

“Gloria, you’re next,” Rebecca said.

His little sister stood, turned toward Evan, reached under her skirt, and slowly worked her panties down. “Bare,” Gloria said and playfully shot the underwear at Evan.

“Time for the third, and final round,” Rebecca said. “So far, I think Deana and Becky are tied for first place.”

“What do we win?” Becky asked.

“The pleasure of having played,” Deana said. “This next one is easy. It happens all the time on TV shows and in the movies. You know, when there are two characters with a lot of sexual tension between them. Finally, it snaps, and they’re all over each other. Usually stumbling while kissing until one is against the wall. His hands are on her tits, and she's opening his pants, but this is TV-16, Becky, so—”

“I get it,” Becky said. “We can’t have an orgy or even play naked twister.”

“Darlene, you wanna show us your amazing tits, or see who you get to play with?” Rebecca asked.

Ann stared at Rebecca as if she’d cursed God, but everyone else looked eagerly at Darlene, especially Kimmy. The redhead lifted her breasts and said, “I’m not sure there would be anything TV-16 about these,” she felt herself up, “so tell me who I get to play with.”

The way the words, “play with,” came out of Darlene’s lips made Evan shiver.

“Lucky you,” Deana said. “This is the only one that says, player’s choice. You can pick anybody you want.”

Please, not me, Evan thought. If he was ever in that situation with Darlene, it wouldn’t be TV-16, and he wouldn't want an audience. She was special, and he wanted to make love to her, not pretend they were going to fuck.

Darlene rose, glanced around as if carefully considering her options, then she crossed the space between the couches and stood in front of Kimmy. “I imagine after our kiss, there would have to be tension. Right?”

Kimmy nodded and took the hand Darlene offered. Evan wondered if the girl realized her pants were unzipped. She followed the redhead like a puppy on a leash. They stopped behind Gloria and Becky. Darlene tugged Kimmy close, face to face, and she stared into the girl’s eyes. Kimmy’s lips trembled. Darlene grabbed her throat, pushed a thumb up under Kimmy's chin, forcing the girl’s head back. Kimmy’s arms didn’t hang innocently this time. Her hands were on Darlene’s waist, fingers digging in, pulling the redhead closer. Darlene smashed her mouth on Kimmy’s, and they stumbled back until Kimmy was pinned to the heavy bag. Evan saw her hand move up from Darlene’s hip. It went under the shirt and disappeared between them. He assumed Kimmy had to feel those amazing tits. Who wouldn’t want to?

The way Kimmy’s feet danced, bouncing her up on her toes, then dropping her, made Evan think Darlene was finger fucking the girl right in front of Ann, the only person who would judge her for it. Kimmy had been like Ann when she arrived, and Evan figured only a person with Darlene’s superpowers could have changed her so quickly.

“Damn it,” Rebecca said, “I think Darlene and Kimmy have just over taken Deana and Becky.”

When Darlene turned and moved away, Kimmy was dazed and trembling. She walked back to the couch without adjusting her pants. A pile of chestnut hair filled the V of the open zipper. Ann yanked her friend down next to her and hissed in Kimmy’s ear, “What is wrong with you? Fix your pants.”

“Jason, you’re next,” Deana said. “Dare or bare?’

As if he were seriously thinking, Jason reached for his chin and scratched an imaginary goatee. Would Deana let him sit there with the mule out, Evan wondered? No, that wouldn't be TV-16 or even R-rated, but she wouldn't know Jason had gone commando tonight until it was too late. “There are six people here I wouldn't mind doing,” Jason said, “so my odds are good. I’ll take the dare.”

Rebecca and Deana grinned conspiratorially at the piece of paper Rebecca held between them. “The person across from you gets to choose the who with,” Deana said. “Darlene, who is it gonna be?”

“Let's make this fun,” Darlene said. “I choose Becky.”

Becky bounced to her feet. “Come on, big brother, let's win this game.”

Jason shook his head and met his sister behind Darlene and Gloria. Becky grabbed him, pawing at the back of his head. “He's kissing his sister,” Ann whispered loud enough for Evan to hear.

They stumbled back, turning in a circle, frantically groping. Jason pushed Becky face-first into the heavy bag and reached around in front of her, down low. Nobody could see his hands, but Evan figured Jason would try, and he was sure Becky would let her brother under her skirt. Those leggings wouldn't keep Jason's fingers out of her pussy, either. Hmm, could they actually fuck without us knowing, Evan wondered?

Becky turned around, looped her arms around Jason's neck, and pulled herself up. Evan watched her legs wrap around Jason's middle, her arms loosened, and Becky's head and upper back rested against the bag. She rolled her body and worked her legs, grinding her crotch on Jason. Evan figured Jason had to be hard, standing at attention, and that little vixen was trying to work his pants down. She liked getting caught, got off on being watched, but would Jason let his sister mount him? Evan’s cock got painfully stiff imagining two people, brother and sister, fucking while they watched.

Jason held Becky by her hips, under the skirt, and thrust upward. Ann or Kimmy might cause a scandal at school if they knew. Evan didn't want that for his best friend, but the night he watched Jason fuck his sister had been an out of body sexual experience. How much more exciting would it be to see it happen in front of everybody? Jason would have to pull out, and that meant Ann wouldn't just see the mule, she would see it squirting cum. The poor girl had probably never seen a dick. It would be burned on her brain the way Jason getting off with a dog licking his balls had been seared on Evan’s mind.

Deana poked him. “Shouldn't we stop them?”

Evan looked at Deana's flushed face and nodded even though he didn't want to. She cleared her throat to break the stunned silence.

“Does anybody think they can out act us?” Becky asked.

Jason adjusted his pants, turned to face them and said, “I doubt it.”

Gloria said, “I bet I can.”

“Come on up here and prove it,” Becky said.

“She might have to,” Deana said, “but we'll have to wait and see with who. That is, unless she has more clothes she's willing to take off.”

“If not for the leggings,” Darlene said, “I'd swear you really fucked.” Deana and Evan looked at each other knowingly.

“I might need a cold shower before we move on,” Rebecca said.

“No time for that,” Deana said. “We skip you, Kimmy. That means you're next, Ann. You gonna go pantyless or play?”

Ann looked at Kimmy, Darlene and Rebecca, sighed and got up. Evan thought about the expression on Alex’s face the day he made out with her at the ballpark. It sure would be fun to fuck with the prudish tumbler, especially in her panties. Ann said, “No, I can’t chance it, can’t risk one of you—” She stared at Deana and Rebecca. Evan figured the mismatched friendship wouldn’t last long. Ann went behind the couch, removed her underpants and went back to her seat with her shirt stretched even further. “Happy, you got me almost naked? At least neither of you can go lesbo on me. Let's finish this stupid game.”

Evan wanted to punch Ann in the face and hug Deana.

Rebecca got up. “My turn.”

“With who?” Deana asked, but she was already getting up.

They didn’t grab, hug or stumble back, kissing. Deana took one step forward, and Rebecca did the same. Evan felt Deana's love for Rebecca as they stared into each other’s eyes. He glanced around the room. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting for the tension to snap.

Rebecca lovingly touched Deana's face and looped hair behind her ears. His sister squeezed Rebecca's arms and slid her hands up to Rebecca's neck. Her thumbs stroked Rebecca's cheeks. Gloria and Darlene didn’t seem to be breathing. Deana needed him more than ever, so Evan closed his eyes and pictured his sister kissing her lover. His chest tightened, and he knew what was happening before his eyes opened.

It wasn’t an oh my God, I’ve got to have you, stumbling back, crashing into a wall kind of kiss. The sting of tears made Evan rub his eyes. Their passion was tangible. They were crushed together in each other’s arms. Ann stared with her jaw hanging. Gloria was crying, and Darlene’s arm was around her. Deana loved Rebecca as much as Evan loved Deana, and he wasn’t jealous. Their twin, forever love was stronger with Rebecca's love for Deana. They were a threesome.

Rebecca and Deana's faces were crimson when they separated. Rebecca asked, “Any questions?” Deana sat, still holding Rebecca’s hand. “Good,” Rebecca said and sat beside Deana. Evan held his sister’s other hand. The room seemed to breathe a collective sigh.

Deana didn’t give anybody a chance to gather their thoughts. “Evan, you wanna take something off?”

“Ooh, please,” Becky said. “Take it all off.”

There was only one person left to go after him, so the smart thing would have been for Evan to take off his shirt. He wasn’t smart. “I’ll take the dare.”

Rebecca said, “The person to choose for you is the person next to you. Becky?”

“Mm, as much as I'd like to do him, do it,” Becky said, “I think it’s only fair since I got Jason that you should get Gloria.”

Evan had never wanted to strangle Becky more, but he shrugged and played it off. “At least she's only my sister by marriage. That’s legal.”

“So that means you'll play naked twister with us?” Becky asked.

He ignored her and dragged Gloria across the six feet to the heavy bag. “Not very convincing so far,” Rebecca said. “What happened to the oh my God I have to have you entrance?”

Gloria gave him a look that said she agreed and grabbed his neck, pulling herself up. It’s like kissing Candy, Evan thought, if I close my eyes. Gloria jumping and her thighs clamping tight on his waist made Evan more aware. He was making out with his little sister in front of their friends. So what, if he loved her, right? That was fine down there in the confines of their basement but out in public or at school—Gloria dragged her crotch down his stomach and groin. The heat reminded him of the show his sister made removing her panties. Evan knew it would be best to end it now, but he pressed Gloria to the bag and reached under her skirt. The girl’s ass seemed to have been designed for his hands. It felt right, the way it always had those mornings she laid on him, rubbing her desire on his erection. Gloria bit his lip and nodded as she wiggled. He didn’t fight her.

Fearful excitement registered on Gloria's face when the head of his dick burrowed into her inflamed labia. She knew what could happen. If he let her down and hunched upward, the bulbous plum would smash through the ring of protection. He would be inside his sister, taking her virginity. Everything would be forever different. Gloria was soaking wet with desire, and it was what she had been asking for, and he wanted it more than ever. Why not put an end to their tortured waiting? Nobody would know for sure they were making love, would they?

Darlene's words, she's special, don't hurt her, played in Evan’s head. It would hurt, and he'd only last two seconds before he had to pull out. Gloria would always think of her first time as a short, painful mess.

Evan shook his head, spun around, carried Gloria, and set her butt on the top of the couch between Becky and Darlene's heads. “I have to have you,” he said with mocked lust and leaned over until she was parallel to the floor. He tried to finish with a pretend kiss. Gloria didn’t do pretend. His sister was all about passion. Cheers and clapping erupted, and Evan pulled Gloria up. Her crotch rotated, pushing his head through her pussy groove. Gloria’s face told Evan that his head had snapped across her clit. She smiled and wiggled, smashing her pussy against his erection. He didn't want to, but Evan put his sister down right in front of him. She fixed his pants, tugged his shirt down to hide the bulge, and turned her blue eyes up, gazing at him. Evan had to look away. Darlene nodded slowly and smiled at him. He lifted Gloria over the couch and set her down next to the redhead. She sat and immediately held Darlene's hand.

“I think we win,” Evan said and returned to his seat.

Deana said, “I know you did.”

When Deana reached for his hand, Evan saw the piece of paper she had been covering. “Who’s who, sucking Winnie the Pooh,” was written on it. He reached for it, but Deana tucked it under her thigh. “Shh, don’t touch it.”

“Remind me to kill you later.”

Deana’s lips grazed his ear when she spoke, “You gonna kill me with this?” She placed her hand on his lap.

“Definitely.”

“Can Rebecca watch?”

“Definitely.”