From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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Potential

bistander

Chapter 37

Dante’s Inferno

Deana was face down on the bed with her lower half extended over the edge, doing leg curls. It was more about her frustration than exercise. The picture viewing in Evan’s room hadn’t gone as expected. Evan had been so emotional when he came home from Cindy’s. Of course he had; Evan found out his mother and his cousin were lovers. Even if he hadn’t also been Candy’s lover, it would have been a lot to handle. When he clung to Deana and practically broke down crying, she felt her brother’s confusion, sadness, and fear. Evan had been terrified of what would happen if their father found out, yet happy for Candy the way Deana was. That was confusing because of how much he loved and wanted Candy. Evan also felt things for Cindy that he didn’t understand. Deana didn’t want her brother to ever experience the pain of knowing the truth about Cindy, but Evan absolutely couldn’t find out until after Sally did whatever she had planned. That’s why Deana should have postponed showing Evan the pictures.

All the planning and arranging of the pictures to limit Evan’s understanding and emotional connection hadn’t worked. He was hungry for details, wanting to know everything, and their heightened emotional states allowed him to get in Deana's head. It was the way it used to when they were kids. At a very young age, Deana realized they had a special twin thing. Back then, if she got upset, Evan held her hand without knowing why. It took him longer to see it, but once he did, their ability to feel each other increased quickly. Still, neither knew how to describe what was happening. It became a game to guess each other’s thoughts. Then their mother’s death changed everything. It wasn’t a game anymore. When powerful emotions were involved, it approached extrasensory perception. It was a little scary at times, so they didn’t talk about it. Then Evan hit puberty, and he pulled back, but Deana didn’t. That’s when he started accusing her of reading his mind. While they were looking at the pictures, it was the other way around.

The pictures of their mother, Sandra, and Candy with a huge belly filled with Gloria had pushed Evan and Deana’s connection toward that scary, confusing thing that had happened occasionally while making love. It was as if they became one, and the walls Deana used to keep her horrible secrets from Evan started to come down. He was going to feel her hate. She panicked and resorted to manipulating her brother with tears. If Evan had heard her thoughts, it wouldn’t have just destroyed him the way it had Deana when she realized what had happened. No, Evan would have tried to do something about it.

What Deana was thinking while Evan stared at the picture of their mother at fifteen, holding Cindy as a baby, had first come to her in a dream. It was the night after Candy gave her the box of photographs. Deana was violently ripped from her sleep, already crying and about to scream. For reasons only a victim like Deana could have understood, what had happened was worse than their father killing Sandra. Deana had jumped out of bed, grabbed the box from the closet, and dug that picture out. Under the desk lamp, while tears bitter with hateful rage rolled down her face, Deana stared at the image. In Sandra’s eyes, Deana saw the worst kind of pain. She thought about the threat their father used to keep Gloria from telling. What had he used to keep young Sandra quiet while he molested and eventually impregnated her?

At least I was smart enough to remove that newspaper article I was going to show him, Deana thought. The leggings stretched over Deana's flexing ass did nothing to absorb the slap. The stinging pain was the only reason the surprise didn’t make Deana scream. She was mad about being disturbed. “Evan!” She twisted. It wasn't her brother. The previous night with Darlene, and all the time spent staring at pictures created a kaleidoscope of faces in Deana's mind. She saw Candy from the childhood pictures, when she was free and happy, and Darlene and Sally. If her aunt and Darlene stood side by side, the only chance of mistaking their relationship might be thinking Sally was Darlene's older sister. The faded, threadbare Lee jeans that Sally's thick thighs had been forced into, and the form-fitting t-shirt with the state of Florida on the front and the words, “Not everything in Florida is flat,” would have aided in that mistake.

Sally said, “Sorry, I couldn't resist. It seemed like your ass was begging for it.”

Deana stared at the grinning woman. “No, I was just doing a little exercise.”

“Let me see.” Sally pushed Deana down, forcing her to roll back on her stomach. “Damn, girl, no need.” She squeezed both cheeks appraisingly. “You got it.”

Deana didn't move. “My girlfriend's a gymnast, so.” Deana flexed, right, left, right, making her butt dance in Sally’s hands.

Sally pushed Deana's legs down and her thighs pressed against Deana's butt, pinning her folded body to the bed. The warm, fleshy weight of her aunt's tits pressed down on her shoulders. In Deana's ear, Sally said, “Is this how you're going to do her the first time?” and gave her a thrusting hunch.

By asking Sally for help, Deana had given the woman a window into what should have been private, intimate times with Rebecca. That should have embarrassed Deana, but it didn’t. Her pussy was warm and getting wetter by the second. Regardless of what Rebecca said, it would be cheating, and Deana would hate herself after, but at that moment, she wanted her aunt to rip her clothes off and fuck the shit out of her.

Sally planted her hands on Deana's ass and pushed herself up. A moan escaped before Deana could stifle it. “I hadn't thought about it, yet, but maybe I will,” Deana finally said.

Sally smirked. “You probably haven't stopped thinking about it since you asked me to get it for you.”

That wasn't entirely untrue, Deana thought. “Thank you, again.” She flipped over, sat up, and tugged the leggings out of her overheated crotch. I’m as broken as Candy, Deana thought, we both use sex as an emotional pacifier.

“You ready to go?” Sally asked and pulled Deana up.

“I am,” Deana said and hugged her aunt. “I'm so glad you came back.”

The woman's arms were powerful, and her thigh forced Deana's legs apart. Deana wanted to hump it like a puppy on a couch cushion, and maybe cry at the same time.

“Come on,” Sally said, “let's go.” It took a few seconds before Sally released her, and even longer for Deana to step back.

Deana didn’t know enough about Sally to feel the way she did, but she felt it anyway. She loved Sally as if her aunt had always been there. “Sure, let's go.”

Outside, Deana sank down into the luxurious leather seat and closed the car door. It was a guess, but she imagined the sporty two-seater cost as much as her father’s seven-passenger Cadillac Escalade. It made Deana smile, thinking Aunt Sally was rich. It was like Sally’s fuck you, I made it anyway.

Sally got in, started the car, and asked, “Did you showed Evan the pictures?”

Deana nodded and grabbed a bag off the floor. “Rebecca is going to love this.”

“I'm sure she will,” Sally said, “and so will you.”

Deana blushed and squirmed on the leather while Sally drove away from what now felt like a house, not home.

“How much did you tell your brother?”

“I helped him a little, but didn’t tell him much. He knows about Darlene. Don’t worry, he won't say anything,” Deana said. “But we think Darlene knows.”

Sally took several deep breaths. “She does. Candy, um, well, she didn’t tell her, but confirmed it.”

“You’re mad at her?”

“Yes, but Candy doesn’t deserve it,” Sally said. “She didn’t have a choice other than to lie. Who invited Angel—Darlene to the party?”

“That would be Candy’s mini-me, Gloria.”

Sally nodded thoughtfully and smiled. “What’s going on with them?”

In any other family, Deana would have been very uncomfortable about what she was going to say to her aunt. “They are way beyond kissing cousins.”

“This is getting complicated.”

Deana wasn’t sure Sally meant to speak aloud, so she said, “Evan thought the same thing about our mother and your father.”

“What’s that?”

“That they were lov—They were in love.”

“Dee, I told you how it was,” Sally said. “My dad loved Sandy, looked out for her, and she looked up to him.”

“They weren't lovers?”

“No.”

Deana was disappointed. She wanted her mother to have had someone other than the asshole she married the way Candy had Evan and Cindy. Maybe she also hoped Sandra was bad, like her? “Your father didn’t want her to be with him, right?”

“Right.”

“How did she end up with him?”

Sally shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Evan will be glad they weren’t lovers. It upset him.”

“What about Cindy?”

“No!” Deana said. “He can’t know yet or maybe ever.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sally said. “He wasn't doing that twin thing you do, was he?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did he tell you he was upset thinking your mother had an affair?”

“Huh.” She watched Sally's tits jiggle as they crossed the railroad tracks without slowing down. “No.”

“Then that’s what I mean,” Sally said.

“How do you know about us . . . that?”

Sally laughed. “You've been doing it since you were babies. I could put you in a different room, far enough away so you couldn't hear each other, but if you cried, so did Evan. If I put you back together, you both stopped. If he was happy, laughing, so were you. You said your first word at the same time. Eventually, you were finishing each other's thoughts.”

“I keep forgetting you were our babysitter,” Deana said. “What was it?”

“What?”

“Our first word?”

Sally blinked hard several times. “Mommy.”

After a minute of silence, Deana asked, “What about Cindy? When she was around did she seem to know what I was thinking?”

Sally took her time and chose her words carefully. “I’ll deny I said this, so don’t repeat it, but I think your sister has a way of getting inside peoples’ heads.”

It was the first time Deana had heard anybody refer to Cindy as her sister, and Deana couldn’t hold her tears back this time. “I'm glad someone else thinks that.” Deana waved her arm and pointed. “Turn right, turn right. Rebecca's house will be the third on the left.”

In Rebecca's driveway, Sally squeezed Deana's hand. “Thank you for trusting me, for letting me be a part of your life. I don't deserve it.”

“Fuck that! Fuck him, this is his fault. I hate him and love you.”

Sally leaned across the car and gathered Deana in her arms. “Me too, but don't you worry bout a thing. I—we, Candy and me, we got this. You go have fun with Rebecca and don't think about him. We’ll never let him hurt you again.”

Deana squeegeed her face in the crook of her arm. “Okay.” She spotted Rebecca looking out the narrow window beside the door. “Rebecca is probably getting some crazy ideas right now.”

“I bet she is, and I have a feeling it'll make her that much more excited to see you.”

“I better go before she comes out here and tries to get you to come in.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah, seriously,” Deana said. “She thinks you're hot.”

“She's a wild one, huh?”

“You have no idea.” Even thinking about sex was like Novocaine for Deana's emotional pain. “I was video chatting with her last time you were in my room, and Rebecca thought we fooled around, and she was excited about it.”

“In that case,” Sally said and kissed Deana.

“Wow, now I might be the one dragging you in. I better go.”

“Dee, you're bad,” Sally said. “Go have fun. You deserve it.”

Deana watched her aunt drive away. She loved Aunt Sally, and liked her, too. It felt good to have an adult friend who knew her so well. It was like having another Candy, except Deana believed Sally would actually stand up to her father. Candy had been under his thumb too long.

Rebecca opened the door as Deana’s hand reached for the knob. “Don’t try and tell me nothing happened, not this time.”

“You jealous?”

“Maybe,” Rebecca said.

Deana pushed past her girlfriend into the foyer. “You told me if I had a chance I should go for it?” She shrugged. “So I did.”

“But you can’t keep it to yourself.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t tell you about it?” Deana asked.

“Well?”

Deana waited until she knew Rebecca was about to lose it. “Reb, that woman has the longest tongue you can imagine. I swear.” That part was true, and still very much on Deana's mind. “Oh, my god, she did things to me that I still can’t believe happened. On the kitchen floor. Evan, Candy, and Gloria caught us, and they all watched. Aunt Sally spanked me with a wooden spoon and fucked me so hard I blacked out.”

The excited anticipation fizzled out of Rebecca's expression. “You bitch. That’s mean. What really happened?”

“Sorry, baby. She really did kiss me just now, and I swear, her tongue doesn’t seem normal. Although, I don’t have a lot of experience with tongues. You gotta try it and let me know if it seems unusually long.”

Rebecca huffed with her fists pressed into her sides. “Why was your aunt kissing you?”

Deana slinked up to Rebecca and got a handful of the girl’s crotch. “Sally was right, you’re on fire.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sally said you’re a sexy little freak. She wanted to come in and watch us, but something important was going on, so she had to go.”

Rebecca’s hands wrapped around Deana's neck. “Wanna die?” Deana shook her head. “Then stop teasing and tell me why the hell were you making out with your aunt in front of my house?”

“Good, you are jealous,” Deana said. “I know I’d be if you were kissing your aunt or anybody.”

“Okay, so I love you, I admit it, but I wasn’t kissing anybody and I don’t have an aunt like that,” Rebecca said. “Now tell me what happened.”

“We were talking, and we saw you look out the window. Sally said, this will make her that much more excited to see you, and she laid that kiss on me. I swear that’s the truth. And it worked, didn’t it?”

Rebecca nodded, pulled Deana close and kissed her a long and hard. “You don’t mind if I get a little jealous . . . sometimes?”

“Baby, every time is fine with me.” Deana dropped Rebecca's birthday present and wrapped her in a hug. Rebecca grunted and struggled for breath, so Deana reluctantly let her go. “I fuckin’ love you so much.”

“Mm, me too,” Rebecca said. “Now, what’s that?”

“That is your birthday present, sorry it’s late.”

“Huh, I thought Evan was my birthday present and this.” Rebecca held her hand up, proudly displaying the ring.

“He was, but that ring was from him. He didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, so we said it was from both of us. This is my gift.” She picked up the bag. “Aunt Sally had to help me out. She ordered it for me.”

“Huh, Aunt Sally?” Rebecca's head tipped to the side. “Ordered it? What is it? Let me have it.”

Deana cradled it like a running back with the football. “Oh, I’m gonna let you have it, but not here.”

Rebecca bounced with her hands clapping in front of her chest. “Oh, you didn’t?”

Whatever embarrassment she might have suffered asking Sally for help was well worth the excitement Deana saw in Rebecca's eyes. “I did, but I needed Aunt Sally’s credit card.” Deana didn’t mention that Candy wasn’t allowed to have a credit card, and that’s why her aunt had to order it.

“Wait a second, I thought you didn’t like—”

“I don’t like using your mother’s,” Deana said.

“I’d use Candy’s.”

So would I if Candy had one, Deana thought, but didn’t dare say it. “Yeah, but you said if I had a dick you’d marry me, so I figured I better have a big, fat, juicy cock of my own.”

Deana's head whipped to the side as Rebecca violently yanked her toward the bedroom. “Let’s go.”

When Evan entered the room, he paused and watched his mother. Candy was standing between the kitchen table and the bay window. Creamy-white bulges of flesh poking from the armholes of her tank top took Evan’s mind off all the questions he had come downstairs to ask Deana. He imagined Cindy’s long fingers sliding around from behind, slipping inside the shirt to find Candy’s erect nipples. That’s what he would do, except his cousin would do it with the same loving tenderness Deana used on him. Cindy would make love to Candy as only another woman could. Evan envied Cindy a little, but it was the same thing he felt about Rebecca, and it didn’t compare to the bubbling joy he had, knowing they loved each other.

The gray, drawstring sweatpants and messy hair tied behind Candy’s head meant she had been working out. Now, his mother was staring at the driveway. Was she thinking about tomorrow or had Cindy told Candy Evan knew they were lovers?

The windowsill pressed into the front of Candy’s thighs as Evan eased behind her. He let his groin rub each globe of her ass. Candy didn’t react, so he wrapped his arms around her stomach, imagining the huge belly filled with Gloria, and whispered, “You were the prettiest pregnant girl in the world.”

Candy stiffened. “What!” She tried to turn.

Evan tightened his hold. “The pictures.” His forearms replaced Candy’s under her breasts. “Thanks for getting them for us. I got lost in them all morning.”

“Oh.” Candy relaxed. “You’re welcome.”

Without a bra, his mother’s warm breasts absorbed Evan’s forearms. The fleshy weight was comforting. He smiled, thinking about the flesh being forced from the armholes of her shirt. It was hot on his biceps but didn’t ignite fear and shame as it had the day they washed potatoes together. That had been the day he realized all skin wasn’t the same. “I mean it, Mom, I couldn’t stop looking at you. You were so beautiful and sexy, too.”

“Thanks, honey, thanks.” Candy paused for a beat and relaxed enough to lean into him. “Now I smell like an 1890s French whore.”

That wasn’t what Evan thought. “Let’s see.” He sniffed. “Nope.” He kissed and licked his mother’s neck. “Don’t taste bad, either.” He wanted to lay her on the table and really taste Candy, but instead, Evan kicked the elephant in the room. “I talked to Cindy.”

The refrigerator and tick-tock of the wall clock seemed to get louder. Candy’s head bumped Evan’s collarbone as she nodded. He put his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply. His fingers twitched with an urge to handle his mother's tits. Sex would be so much easier than having this conversation.

“I know.” Candy reached over her shoulders, behind Evan's neck, and locked her fingers, pulling herself back and up into him. “Honey, I’m sorry. I should have—”

“No.” His forearms sank further into his mother's breasts. “I'm happy . . . happy for you.” Evan would do anything for Cindy or Candy; he loved them, so why wouldn’t he be happy for them? “Scared, too.” Jealous, Evan thought, of course.

“I know, baby, but don't worry, everything will be okay.”

Candy's words weren't reassuring. Evan moved his hands lower, spreading them out over his mother's stomach, imagining it swollen with a baby. It was more intimate and provoking than holding her tits. How had Cindy described his mother, like you, but sometimes more impulsive than you? “Is this okay,” he asked, “holding you?”

“You have your phone?” Candy asked.

Evan reached for his back pocket. “Yeah.”

“Give it to me.”

Silly, juvenile, sure, but the words, “Give it to me,” coming out of Candy’s mouth made Evan say, “Now . . . here?” A fist of desire tightened in his guts.

Candy grabbed the phone and sat on the table. He watched her type, “Evan wants to know if this is okay?” She pulled him between her knees and held the phone at arms length. “Kiss me.”

“Really?”

“That’s right, really kiss me.”

Evan plunged his tongue in. His mother's mouth was hot, needy, and eager. If he could have been old enough in the pictures to make out with the teenager with the baby in her belly, Evan imagined it would have felt the same as it did now.

The phone clicked and Candy checked the picture. Evan saw her nipples stiffen as she tapped send. His mother placed Evan’s hand on her tit. “Kiss me again.”

When they stopped, Candy turned the phone so Evan could see. It didn’t matter how many times it had already happened, the digital evidence of his hand molesting his mother’s tits caused a visceral reaction. After a few seconds, Evan’s body jerked spasmodically.

Candy hit send. “Delete those and I need you to do one of those factory reset things on my phone. You can do that, right?”

“Where is it?” Evan looked around. “Didn’t you already delete your messages?”

“Not yet." Evan's face showed his thoughts, and Candy smirked. "Yes, you can look at the pictures before you do the reset, but do not save them. Promise me.”

An engine revving ringtone accompanied his cousin’s text. His mother blushed, and Evan saw a glimpse of the happy girl Candy had been in the photos. When she let him look, Evan gasped. The picture had been taken from above Cindy’s head. It showed the length of his cousin’s naked body. Evan swallowed hard. The message said, “As long as you're thinking about me.”

Another rev caused Evan to jump. The message read, “I know I'll be thinking about you.” The heat from Evan’s blushing face rushed down his neck. Cindy's jet-black pubic hair glistened above the finger that was punishing an engorged clit. He laid the phone on the table, grabbed Candy’s calves and hoisted them up. The fabric stretched tight across his mother’s pussy as she leaned back on her elbows. He tugged Candy forward, smashing his groin into her crotch. The heat from his mother's pussy penetrated both layers of material. A dark spot gradually appeared where the ridge of his shaft pressed into the swells of labia. Candy wrapped her arms around Evan’s neck and pulled him toward her. He kissed her while laying her flat on the table. Candy’s knees moved up his sides, and her heels dug into his butt. Evan humped, grinding his enraged cock into Candy's wetness. She turned her head, gasping, and said, “The girls. Not now.”

The way his mother referred to his sisters as the girls made Evan feel like her man, and if not for his father, he would be at least the man of the house. “Deana's gone and Gloria—”

“No.” Evan felt the same doomed rejection he had that night outside the bathroom door when she stopped him. Candy touched his face tenderly and said, “Just not now. Okay?”

Evan wanted to ask when, but he said, “Okay.” After all, she was Cindy’s girlfriend.

They stared at each other for a long time before Candy’s legs released him. Evan grinned at the large wet spot and gave his mother’s pussy one last meaningful pop with his groin. “Evan!” She swatted him and sat up, but he had seen the desire in his mother’s eyes. “Does Deana know about us?”

That was one hell of a transition, Evan thought and nodded. “You know how Deana is, she knows everything.”

“I figured,” Candy said.

“Mom, I love you . . . so much.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Candy kissed his cheek. “And I know how much you love Deana. Be careful.”

Evan wanted to back up so Candy wouldn’t hear his pounding heart. Be calm, he told himself, she didn't say she knew we were fucking. What else could she mean? He said, “Of course.”

The distant sound of thunder shot a rumble of panic through Evan. He couldn’t handle more disappointment today. It was too late in the day to recover the surface if it rained hard. His father would be home tomorrow, so he had to race tonight. It might be his last chance in Dale's car. He pleaded with mother nature for the storm to miss the race track.

Candy stood and did a wiggle dance, then, with a huff, she tossed etiquette, grabbed her crotch, and extracted the wedge of material Evan had crammed into her slit. He stepped forward, slid his hands around Candy's waist, and said, “I would have done that for you. With my teeth.”

“Evan, not now, I mean it.”

“I know.”

“Then why is that poking into my stomach?”

“It has a mind of its own,” Evan said. “And, I haven't given him the bad news, yet.”

“Funny.” Candy shook her head and said, “I'm gonna go.”

Evan got a firm hold of his mother's ass and lifted her into a kiss. Her lips and tongue responded, but Candy's legs didn't wrap around him, so Evan reluctantly released her and stepped back. His mother's expression was sympathetic, but he knew she hadn't changed her mind. “Sorry, I didn't think you'd mind a goodbye kiss.”

“I didn't, but I could have done without another wedgie.” Candy fixed her sweats and Evan turned to go. “Wait, before you go,” she grabbed his phone, “one more picture for Cindy.”

“Okay,” Evan said, happy to give Candy more time to change her mind.

Candy said, “Take that out.”

Evan knew what his mother meant, but he said, “What?”

“Hurry up, Gloria might come.”

Or maybe he would come thinking about sending a picture of his dick to his cousin? Evan lowered his pants. His mother was staring at the phone, moving it around for a good angle. “Turn sideways, lift your shirt, and arch back a little.” Candy lowered the camera to waist height. “Oh my, that's, um, perfect.”

The shutter sound made Evan’s erection lurch closer to his stomach. If his mother touched it or even breathed on his cock, a creamy load of cum would probably launch into the air. “Are you seriously sending that to Cindy?”

“Do you mind? She asked about it, but we don't have to,” Candy said and held the phone out in front of them.

The left half of the screen was filled with a profile view of the middle section of his body. The other side was a cock that seemed too big to be his. The veins were thick, bulging against the tight skin, forcing blood into the purple mushroom head that already seemed overstuffed. In the background, just across the driveway, was the neighbor's house. Why did his dick look so big? Evan decided it was positioning, a photography trick.

Candy typed, “Here's what Evan thought about your last pic.” She hit send and motioned at his pants. “Please, put that away.”

Evan fixed his clothes while pleading with his eyes. Candy handed him the phone and said, “She'll love that. I'm going to my room. Don't disturb me. I got work to do.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Why not?”

“Evan, it’s not the right time, and it’s a perfect opportunity to practice impulse control.”

This time, Evan couldn’t resist asking, “When?”

“Tomorrow, right here, same time.” Candy started toward her room, and Evan thought, what was significant about this time tomorrow?

“Evan?”

“What?”

“Why did Deana invite Darlene?”

“She didn't.”

“Who did?”

Evan smirked. “The younger version of you.”

Candy's expression asked all the same questions Evan had asked himself last night, but she shrugged, said, “Oh,” and continued toward her room.

Evan watched his mother leave with his hope of filling her with cum while she sent pictures to Cindy. It had been wrong to pressure Candy, but today and part of tomorrow were all they had left. After that everything would change, and it wouldn't be a small change that was quickly adjusted to. No, it would be like going back to before electricity.

On his way through the living room, Evan kicked himself for forgetting to ask why Deana left with Sally and how come nobody told him his aunt was there. The reason he came downstairs in the first place was to talk more about the pictures. Oh well, Evan thought, the conversation with Candy about Cindy had also been on his to-do list. Could he consider that a conversation?

In Rebecca's room, Deana’s heart thumped with anticipation, thinking about what was inside the bag. “Turn around, and don’t peek.” She quickly removed her leggings and panties. The cool air on her hot, freshly shaved labia made Deana quiver. She reached in the bag and jerked back. Shit, Sally was right, it does feel real. Deana wrapped her fingers around Dante, squeezed several times, and eased him out. The fleshy texture shocked her to the point of almost dropping it. She should have gotten familiar with her new cock before now, but whipping it out in the car with Sally was embarrassing beyond asking her aunt to buy it.

“Hurry up,” Rebecca whined. “The suspense is killing me.”

"Okay, turn around,” Deana said. “Doesn't it look real? Feel it, feel my balls."

Rebecca’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "Fuck.” She grabbed it and squeezed the shaft. “It's solid and squishy just like a real dick. It even has bulging veins.” She palmed the scrotum. “Holy shit, this is better than any of those hard, buzzing, vibrating things."

"It’s some kind of cyber stuff," Deana said. “They’re handmade. I named him Dante, but you can rename him if you wanna shout something different while I’m fucking you senseless. Try it.”

Rebecca dropped to her knees and looked cross-eyed down her nose at the cock head Deana pushed at her face. “Don’t worry, Sally said she got him ready to use.”

As if Rebecca expected to taste Aunt Sally, she sucked in the bulbous head, turned her head side to side, twisting her mouth on the phallus. It came out with a sloppy, wet pop. “Fuck, girl, you really do love me.”

"You better believe it."

“Now, it’s time for you to give me my present."

Deana raised a brow and curled up one side of her mouth. “How so?”

“You know,” Rebecca said, “you're gonna fuck me.”

Deana pointed at the suction cup under the wrinkled nut sack. “It works in a harness thingy, but I didn’t get one. I’m sorry, I—"

“No problem,” Rebecca said and affectionately slid a hand down Deana's stomach. "This sexy thing is so smooth it’ll probably stick.” She groped Deana's mound. “God, I love you.”

Rebecca slapped the suction cup on the sensual swell of Deana's groin. It wasn't going to stick, but when Deana looked down at the cock jutting out of her, it triggered the primal part of her brain. "Fuck, that looks—" She jerked her hips, wagging the cock. The heavy balls bumped her swollen clit. “Ah, I don't have words for how horny that makes me.”

"A dream come true,” Rebecca said. “Will you marry me?"

“That depends.”

“On what?”

Deana held the cyber skin phallus to her crotch bone. “Whether or not you can handle my giant cock.” She arched back, jabbing the bulbous head at Rebecca’s mouth.

“I can, I know I can,” Rebecca said.

“Prove it." Deana pushed the tip against Rebecca's lips.

Rebecca cupped the balls, took the head in her mouth, and stuck her tongue out, licking around the shaft. One of her fingertips playfully poked Deana's pussy, searching for her clit.

With the force she imagined Evan had used to thrust his cock into her throat, Deana shoved Dante at Rebecca's face. The wide, glistening eyes staring up at her reminded Deana of the night in the basement. It was the first time she had gotten on her knees in front of her brother. She wanted to give Evan the best blow job of his life. That’s how I must have looked to Evan, Deana thought, and fed Rebecca more dick. There it is, Deana thought, that excited fear that comes when you can't breathe. If she didn’t know what a thrill it was, Deana would have stopped. Instead, she made tears spill down Rebecca's cheeks. "Take it, take my cock.”

Rebecca grinned around the dildo stuffed in her mouth and accepted the challenge. Left, right, left, her head turned, drilling Dante into her throat. The sight of the girl at her feet, sucking her cock, turned Deana on more than she could have imagined. “Damn it, you got all of it.”

Deana thought about how sore her throat had been the morning after she blew her brother. With drool hanging from her chin, Rebecca desperately sucked air and asked, “Is this how you did Evan?"

She nodded, helped Rebecca up, and used her shirt to wipe off her lover’s face. “And Evan would have loved that. You’re good at sucking dick.”

“Now you gotta give me my present.” Rebecca was completely naked in three seconds. “I want it from behind, bent over.”

Just the way Sally could have done me, Deana thought. “I knew you would say that.” She shoved Rebecca and watched her fall face down on the bed. The tumbler’s ass was too much to resist, so Deana kissed each cheek, bit one, then pressed her face between them. Her girlfriend might have wanted it wham bam, but that wasn’t Deana's style.

“Mmm, baby, your tongue is kinda long, too,” Rebecca said. “Ah, and I love how you use it.”

After eating Rebecca's ass and finger fucking her dripping pussy, Deana held the Evan sized dildo to her pubic bone and inched closer. It would be their first time. “I’m nervous. Tell me if it hurts.”

“Fuck, I’m so horny you could shove your whole hand in there and it wouldn’t hurt. So, fuck me already.”

“Okay, slut, I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

“Ooh, dirty talk. I love it,” Rebecca said. “Please, please, give it to me, give me that giant dick.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it alright.” She did what Evan would and dragged the head up and down, forcing Rebecca's lips apart. "You’re gonna get it balls deep."

Deana felt some resistance, then she plunged down into her girlfriend’s body. Rebecca grunted and clawed at the bedspread. Deana eased out, watching Rebecca’s pussy cling to the slick cyber skin cock. Now she really regretted not asking Sally to buy the harness. The dildo went back in easier the second time, but Rebecca cried out just as loud. “Is my cock too much for you? Should I stop?”

“No, please, don’t stop,” Rebecca said. “I need you, need your dick deeper, go deeper. Give me all of it.”

“You're a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“I am, I’m so bad.”

Deana grasped Dante as close to the base as possible, leaned forward, planted her other hand on the mattress, and humped. It was weird and unnatural, yet wickedly erotic driving the unfeeling phallus into her girlfriend. The suction cup mashing her clit, and Rebecca's panting moans helped Deana get into a rhythm. “You like that, don’t you? You like my big dick pounding your tight pussy?”

“Ah, ah, fuck, you have no idea how much.” Rebecca’s back arched as she dragged fists full of blanket toward her face. “Mm, mah, yes, oh, yesss, baby, yes.” She bit down on the blanket.

Deana slowed as the pleading whimpers of Rebecca's orgasm resonated into the bed. She released the cock, leaving it deep in Rebecca and dragged her erect nipples over the curves of Rebecca's butt, through the sweat sheen of her lower back, and upward until her naked body covered Rebecca's. The dildo hit the floor with a dull thud. Deana nuzzled her face into the crook of Rebecca's neck and nibbled. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Mm, thank you.” Rebecca grabbed Deana's hands and straightened her arms, so Deana couldn’t support herself. Her full weight was a warm flesh blanket, pressing her lover into the mattress. “Mm, Dee, your skin, ah, you, everything about you feels so good. I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you, too.”

Gloria was video chatting with someone when Evan peeked in the room. She was on her stomach, lying diagonally across the bed, propped up on her elbows, looking at a laptop. The screen was at a bad angle, so Evan couldn’t see who, but he knew that voice; it was Jayda. He listened while staring at Gloria’s ass. She wore loose pajama shorts, but even they followed the rises, dips, curves, and valley down the center of her butt. Jayda was complaining about not being invited to the party. Gloria said, “Sorry, it wasn't my party to invite you to. You didn’t miss anything other than Evan pulling Rebecca's pants down and spanking her. The rest was kind of boring.”

“Pants down, ooh,” Jayda said. “Any chance he’ll pull yours down for your birthday?”

“Watch it girl, or I’ll have him spank you,” Gloria said. “And I’ll help.”

“Don’t tease,” Jayda said.

Evan needed to kill their conversation before it went any further, but first a little fun. He held his breath, eased forward, and slipped his fingers into the leg holes of his sister’s shorts. Gloria said, “Evan, you better go back to ninja school. I knew you were there the whole time.”

“Did not,” Evan said and dug his thumbs into the tender, ticklish flesh where her inner thighs and crotch joined.

Gloria stiffened and said, “Did to! I saw your reflection on the screen when you were still just eavesdropping on my conversation.”

“What is he doing?” Jayda asked.

Evan said, “Prepare to die, brat,” and threw himself on top of his sister. She spread her legs so his lower half settled between them. He propped himself on his elbows and looked into the webcam. “Hey, Jayda.” Jayda was sitting Indian-style in an oversized softball shirt that stretched over her knees. Her laptop was on the bed in front of her legs. The sight of Jayda’s messy room in the background made what happened at Miss Tonya’s house uncomfortably real. He had fucked Gloria’s best friend and her mother.

“Hey, Evan,” Jayda said. “What are you doing besides eavesdropping?”

“I heard my name, and the door was open, so that’s not eavesdropping,” he said and pressed into Gloria a little more. She still wouldn’t struggle, so he moved further up his sister’s body and watched her reaction in the small window at the top right of the screen. Jayda didn’t notice it, but Evan did. Gloria felt his boner jab into her crack.

“Evan, you gonna spank Gloria on her birthday?”

“Jayda,” Gloria warned.

Evan humped with enough purpose to get a reaction out of Gloria. He smiled at Jayda and said, “Mm, I think a spanking will be a good place to start.”

Gloria inchwormed under him, working his erection deeper between her cheeks. “That does sound like a good start. Jayda, you wanna help him?”

“Hell yeah,” Jayda said and unfolded her legs. They straightened so the laptop was between them. Evan thought he had seen her pussy for a second.

Gloria put the cursor in the chatbox and typed: You wanna put that in me? She didn’t hit send.

Evan typed over Gloria's words: Don't you think she would notice me fucking you?

Gloria typed: I’ll be quiet.

Jayda asked, “What else are we gonna do to her?”

Gloria said, “That’s a good question,” and shoved her middle up. “What are you gonna do to me, big brother?”

Note to self, Evan thought, never mount your sister in front of her friends. He typed: Knock it off. You won’t be quiet. It’ll hurt.

“What are you doing over there?” Jayda asked.

“Nothing, Gloria said. “Evan thinks he’s hurting me, but I’m just chilling, talkin’ to you.” She typed: It won’t hurt much.

Evan got his phone out, inched his pants down, and slid his dick head up Gloria’s inner thigh, into her shorts. The silky, smooth skin between her ass cheeks made him tremble. He stood the phone beside the laptop, leaning it on the edge of the screen, facing them. Gloria's eyes widened when she saw the picture her mother had just taken. He poked the head into the plump wedges of his sister’s labia.

“What was that?” Jayda asked. “Is something going on over there?”

He carefully examined the view that Jayda had. It was only their faces, arms, shoulders, Gloria’s cleavage, and some peripheral background stuff. They were safe, but Gloria said, “Yeah, we’re fucking right now with my bedroom door wide open. Tell me if you see my mother walking up behind us.”

“Yeah, tell us,” Evan said and hunched to show Gloria his disapproval. That was stupid, Evan thought. The girl’s succulent folds parted and greeted his head with firey wetness. His body jerked instinctively, burrowing his tip into that deep place where Gloria’s body could open for him. One hard thrust and he would be inside his sister. “Especially if she has a weapon because I can’t swear I’ll be able to stop.”

“Very funny,” Jayda said. “I saw you put something over there, and you were typing, but nothing is showing up over here.”

Evan said, “That was my phone.” He pulled himself up until the dome of his cock flattened against the tight ring of Gloria’s opening. “Jayda, you wearing anything under that shirt?”

Gloria said, “Evan!” and typed: OMG, it’s big.

In the naughty, suggestive tone that made Evan want to drag her behind the dirt pile and fuck the shit out of her, Jayda said, “Why do you ask?”

He said, “Because if not, sitting with a webcam pointed between your spread legs isn’t smart.” He typed to Gloria: I told you it’ll hurt you.

Gloria said, “Evan!” again, and typed: We better wait.

Another note to self, Evan thought, never, under any circumstances, let your tiny brain touch a girl’s pussy unless you are going to fuck. His cock remained stuffed in his sister’s burning hot flesh. Jayda pulled her arms inside the shirt, fisted the end, and pressed it into the mattress in front of her crotch. It had been a while since Evan was with Jayda, but he remembered how she smelled and tasted, and how her body felt wrapped around his dick. Jayda was sexy-taboo, and she loved to fuck. If she did help him spank Gloria, and that led to other things, then maybe Jayda wouldn’t be a ticking time bomb anymore?

Evan wanted Gloria, had to have her, yet he loved his sister too much to hurt her. Gloria’s eyes were locked on the picture of his cock. Her concerned, fearful expression was easy for Evan to read, but his sister wasn’t twisting, or pushing down into the bed, trying to put distance between them, and her body was opening a little more each time he eased forward.

Gloria typed: I want it so bad, but I might scream. I trust Jayda won’t tell, but.

Evan typed: You’re right. Let’s wait.

Gloria said, “Hey, ya’ll talk while I go pee.”

A long rush of air came out of Evan. It was filled with relief. He tugged his pants up enough to hide his dick and rolled off Gloria. She turned the other way and spun to her feet out of Jayda’s view. Evan watched her fix her shorts and take a few deep breaths. Jayda said, “Where’d she go?”

“She’s behind you doing a striptease for me,” Evan said.

“Am not!” Gloria flipped him the bird and started slowly lifting her shirt. He watched the material collect under his sister’s tits, scoop them together, and lift the fleshy melons. Gloria grinned while holding her chest up to her chin.

Evan tried, but it was impossible. He gasped and said, “Oh, fuck me,” when Gloria seductively allowed her breasts to escape. They tumbled free, bounced, rolled apart, and came together with a jiggle. It was the most erotic tit drop he had ever seen, and he wanted to make it a GIF so he could watch it again and again.

“What did she do?” Jayda asked. “Is she pissing in a cup or something nasty like that?”

“Oh, my God,” Evan said. “Is that what the softball sisters do when you’re together?” He pictured Jayda arched back, holding her groin, hosing down the wall of the shed with her piss. Fuck, did they all do stuff like that?

“Shut up, Jayda,” Gloria said as she fixed her shirt. “I’m just getting some underwear to take with me.”

Jayda’s elbows bulged under the shirt, lifting it so Evan could see how inflamed and wet her inner lips were. The little freak had been fingering herself while they watched. Although, was it watching if you didn’t know what you were seeing? He licked his lips encouragingly.

True to her word, Gloria pulled a pair of pink panties from the dresser. She held them up by the waistband, showing Evan the red tongue below the words: Lick me. Candy didn’t buy those for her daughter. Gloria walked past, dragging the underwear across his head. He turned to watch her go.

When Evan looked back at the screen, Jayda had her shirt up around her stomach, she was spread eagle, and pumping two fingers deep while the other hand thrashed her clit. With his back to the door, Evan pulled the computer between his legs. Gloria would have to get close before she could see the screen. “What’s that?” Jayda asked.

Evan knew what she meant, and they didn’t have a lot of time, so he skipped the coy back and forth game and tucked the elastic waistband under his balls. “What does it look like?”

With her mouth hanging open, Jayda picked up her laptop and moved it close to her face. “Jesus Christ, how the fuck did it get that big?”

“It’s always been that way.”

“Fuck no, that would have hurt me,” Jayda said. “No wonder Gloria had to change her panties.”

Evan pushed his cock down and asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” then let go. It slapped his stomach. He innocently ran his hand up and down.

“It means if you had that thing rubbing and poking her from behind, she probably creamed herself. I know that’s what I’d do.”

“Looks like you did that,” Evan said. “Can’t believe you were getting off in front of us.”

“Couldn’t help myself.” Jayda sucked and licked her fingers. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt when we did it, and how much I want to see you fuck Gloria. Fuck, why don’t you? I swear I’ll do anything to see that. I wanna see the look on her face when you stick that thing in her.”

Evan knew how exciting it was to see someone get fucked, so he couldn’t fault Jayda for wanting to watch. “Even if she wasn’t my sister, what makes you think Gloria wants this,” he shoved his cock close to the camera, “crammed inside her?”

Jayda laughed. “Dah, she’s so into you, always has been. I bet if you asked, she’d rip her clothes off and spread her legs wide for you. I know I would. Hey, it’s been a long time since you came,” Jayda giggled, “here to see me.”

“Have you told her?”

“No, of course not,” Jayda said. “What’s taking her so long? Probably needed a cold shower after having that thing so close to her pussy. At least get a blow job from her. I’ll watch.”

“Jayda, you, um, I don’t even know what to say. Just keep quiet, please.”

“Why, am I giving you ideas about what you can do to get rid of that boner? If Gloria doesn’t want to, you can come,” Jayda giggled again, “over and I’ll—”

“Shh, I hear Gloria. She’s coming. Cover that thing, please.” He did his best to conceal his erection. Jayda plunged two fingers inside her body, pumped them, and brought them to her mouth. Evan couldn’t look away from the finger-sucking. There were some girls, like Becky and Jayda, who made him insane with lust.

A second before Gloria jumped on the bed and looked over Evan’s shoulder, Jayda lowered her shirt and sat up straight. “Took long enough,” Jayda said. “What’d you have to rub one out?”

“Just because that’s what you would do doesn’t mean that’s what I did,” Gloria said.

“I’d do it right here,” Jayda said. “Why waste time going to the bathroom?”

Evan kept his mouth shut, hoping the two girls would start an I dare you game that led to him watching them masturbate together. Gloria reached around him, showed her fist to the camera, and said, “Keep it up, and later this is for you.” She tipped the lid back a little, rested her chin on Evan’s shoulder, slid her hands around his waist, and into his pants. Evan maintained a neutral face and checked the small window. Jayda couldn’t see below his ribs now, but Gloria’s strained face was a tell, and if she got busy with her arms that would be obvious.

Gloria’s stacked fists squeezed, twisted, and tried to bend Evan’s shaft. He imagined she might be evaluating how much damage it could do. The, “if your erection lasts for more than three hours,” condition was quickly approaching, and Evan wanted to take Gloria’s lick me panties to the bathroom and empty his balls in them.

Jayda watched them, toying with herself underneath her shirt. Gloria stretched his elastic waistband and let it snap Evan’s balls. Jayda heard it and knew from his expression what happened, but Evan gave her a look that kept her quiet. Gloria stood, holding Evan’s head for balance, and walked around until her toes were near his balls.

Jayda said, “Hey, all I can see is that badonkadonk of yours.”

Gloria mooned Jayda and asked Evan, “Do you like them?”

“OMG,” Jayda said, “I saw right up into your crack.”

“Like what?” Evan asked.

“These,” Gloria said and pulled her shorts down.

Evan stared at the red tongue extended from the lips above Gloria’s pubic bone. It curved around between Gloria’s legs, narrowed, and came to a point.

“What’s going on?” Jayda asked. “Why are you showing your brother your panties?”

His sister’s excitement was strong and intoxicating. Evan pressed his nose into the cushion of blonde hair under the material. His fingers grabbed the blanket in a fight to resist reaching for Gloria’s ass. If he got those sexy orbs in his hands, Evan would use them to yank his sister’s pussy into his face, no matter who was watching. “Yes, I love them.”

“Turn around,” Jayda said. “I wanna see.”

Gloria faced the webcam, and Evan faced a new dilemma. Fuck me, he thought and pressed his face into Gloria’s ass cleavage. While Jayda went on about how cool the underwear was and asked how she got them, Evan nursed a hunk of flesh until it was purple.

“Of course my mother didn’t buy them for me,” Gloria said. “My father would kill her, too, if he found out.”

Her words sobered Evan enough to get his face away from his sister’s butt. “Move your ass, girl.”

Gloria bumped her butt off his face and stepped to the side of the computer. She motioned for him to pick it up as her shorts were kicked off. Evan lifted the camera eye within inches of his face and gave Jayda a kiss. Gloria straddled his outstretched legs, took the laptop from him, and slowly lowered herself. Evan decided sober thinking was overrated and grabbed hold of his sister’s ass, helping her slide down the front of his body. As her butt settled between his thighs, they looked down. Gloria’s legs were over his. Evan yanked her forward until his sister’s crotch bone hit his erection.

After staring for a few seconds, Gloria balanced the HP Stream like a serving tray out to their right and slowly lowered it. They watched the view Jayda had to make sure she never saw below their waists. The computer reached the bed, and Jayda saw their profiles from just above Evan’s purple knob to the top of their heads.

Jayda said what Evan was too lust drunk to think. “Why are you sitting on your brother like that?”

“No reason, really,” Gloria said. “Seemed better than before.”

Nobody was stupid enough to believe that, so Evan should have said something, but Gloria had his dick pressed against her stomach. Her eyes were wide with amazement while she rubbed it into her skin like lotion. Evan thought he might be able to blow a load if his sister kept sliding the sensitive knob on her soft belly.

“Did Evan follow the directions?” Jayda asked.

Gloria dropped her shirt over his boner. Evan asked, “What directions?”

“Duh, the ones on Gloria’s underwear.”

Evan gave Jayda a look that he hoped said, don’t you dare go there. Gloria said, “No, he didn’t.” She rolled her middle, rubbing her crotch on his erection.

“Make him,” Jayda said. “Sit on his face and make him lick it. He wants to.”

“Hey, knock it off,” Evan said and grabbed Gloria’s hips so she’d stop dry humping him. “Even if I did, she’s my sister.”

“Come on, please,” Jayda said. “It’s not really like sex, and I’d never tell anybody.”

Evan looked to Gloria for help, but she was staring at him, waiting for an answer. He asked Jayda, “How do I know I can trust you?”

She glared at him. “You know you can, don’t you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gloria asked.

Evan said, “Nothing.”

Jayda said, “How ‘bout this, if you lick her, I’ll let my cousin fuck me when my aunt comes to visit. You can watch, webcam or in person, and that’s a first cousin. You’re just related by marriage. That’s nothing. Ya’ll could get married.”

Gloria stood, said, “Yeah, she’s right,” and pushed her pelvis forward. Evan leaned back, but his sister got her lick me panties in his face anyway. “Jayda, you tell a soul, even Alex, and I’ll tell the whole school that thing you don’t want anyone to know.”

“Never, not in a million years, I’ll never tell,” Jayda said.

“Do we really get to watch you fuck your cousin?” Evan asked.

“Yup, they come down from Auburn every summer.”

“How do you know he’ll do it?” Evan asked.

“Oh he’ll do it.” Jayda lifted her shirt and ran a fingertip through the center of her labia. “Wouldn’t you?”

Instead of answering, Evan grabbed Gloria’s ass, pulled her groin to his mouth, and licked the panties where his sister’s hooded clit bulged under the material. Her scent was more pungent now. His tongue dragging along the crease helped Gloria’s excited expectation seep through the fabric. The faint taste triggered all of Evan’s memories from the last time he ate her out. He wanted to make his sister cum in his mouth, again.

Gloria was pushing Evan down before she said, “Lay back.”

Evan didn’t resist. The gorgeous blonde girl stood over him, walked up until her ankles were at his armpits, then she worked the lick me panties past her hips. He stared into Gloria’s pussy. Beyond it, the sensual curves of the undersides of her boobs swayed side to side while Gloria stepped foot to foot, removing the underwear. Evan’s chest tightened, his mouth dried, his heart pounded, and his eyes stung. The little girl Candy had been in the pictures came to life right before his eyes. “Come here,” he said and tugged on the backs of Gloria’s knees. She dropped; her crotch landed close to his neck. He got his arms out from under her folded legs and wrapped them around her and lifted his head. Gloria leaned forward, dragging her crotch over his chin. The seal that had been hiding how horny his little sister really was, split. Her warm honey spilled on Evan’s lips, dripped into his mouth, and covered the tip of his nose.

A pillow hit the top of Evan’s head, then Gloria was stuffing it underneath. She leaned back and spread her knees. He felt the cushions of her ass on his collarbones as his mouth opened around the approaching pussy. Gloria rolled forward. Evan’s upper lip and nose sank into the softest pubic hair he’d ever touched. His lower lip and tongue worked the deep groove of steaming wetness, dragging forward toward his sister’s exposed clit.

In Evan’s peripheral vision, Jayda was naked, sitting on her haunches, arched back, wildly finger fucking herself. Her amazing ski-jump tits were bouncing, thrusting erect nipples at the ceiling. They seemed bigger than last time.

Gloria sat up, grabbed Evan’s ears, and rode his face, bashing her clit on his lips and tongue. The wonderful sounds of excitement and pleasure echoed off Gloria’s bedroom walls. It didn’t matter who was watching or walked in, his sister was going to get her orgasm. He reached up and groped her chest until those giant buds were between his thumbs and fingers, then he twisted and pinch. The sound of Jayda’s orgasm filled his left ear, but Evan kept his eyes on the beautiful girl staring down at him. The only thing better than making his sister cum was watching it happen. Hopefully, Candy wasn’t in the kitchen to hear her daughter’s cries of pleasure.

Before her orgasm finished, Gloria snatched up the laptop, turned around on Evan’s chest, and moved down his body. She dropped the computer between his legs, stood his erection up, and slid up against it. He felt his sister’s curly hairs on his shaft, then she was pressing him into her mound. He sat up as much as he could, glanced around, and saw Jayda staring. Her mouth was as wide open as her inflamed pussy. “Are you gonna fuck him?” Jayda asked hopefully.

“Not now,” Gloria said.

First one, then the other hand slipped over his knob and stroked down Evan’s dick. Gloria cupped his balls and rolled them while twisting his knob in her other fist. He hunched, trying to help his sister jerk him against her belly. Gloria leaned against his reclined body and stroked him with both hands. Evan couldn’t remember the last time he needed to cum so bad and didn’t care where it flew. His sister was beating him off while her best friend watched.

“Holy fuck,” Jayda said.

Evan grunted, moaned, and squeezed his eyes shut. He was climaxing, and his sister kept pumping. Her hands became slippery and moved faster. His dick quickly grew too sensitive, but Evan let the fascinated girl continue.

“God damn,” Jayda said. “I’ve never seen so much cum. It’s all over your tits and stomach. Taste it. Tell me how it tastes.”

At least I didn’t let her watch us fuck, Evan thought as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Gloria. The undersides of her tits were coated. He kissed her ear and said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to make a mess.”

“That’s alright, we can take a shower now.” Gloria pointed at Jayda and said, “Girl, you try and get out of doing your cousin after that, I’ll kill you.”

Jayda said, “No worries, a deal is a deal.”

While Evan’s breathing returned to normal, he thought, a deal is a deal. Why did it feel like they had made some other deal before the one he knew about? Jayda would fuck her cousin regardless, and Gloria could have gotten him to eat her out without Jayda’s help, so why set him up? Evan collected his sister’s breasts, lifted them, spreading his creamy load around to Gloria’s nipples. They squirted from between his pinching fingers. She laid her head back on his shoulder and purred softly.

Jayda suggested that they might as well fuck now, but Evan said, “We gotta go,” and closed the laptop with his foot. “Come here, baby girl.” He lifted Gloria from under her arms, dragged her up as he fell back, and laid her beside him.

“What are you looking at?” Gloria asked.

Evan moved his eyes up Gloria's legs, over the hill of pubic hair, across her stomach to her breasts, and onto his sister's face.

“What's wrong?” Gloria asked.

“I can't call you baby girl anymore.”

“Why not?” Gloria asked.

Evan held her chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Because you turned into a woman, a beautiful young woman.”

“Is that a problem?”

Only for the fool who falls in love with you and can't have you, Evan thought. “No.”

“Are you upset that I wanted to wait?”

“No, I'm glad. It wasn't right . . . wasn't good enough for you.” Darlene would have hurt me, Evan thought. “You can wait as long as you want. I love you no matter what or when you decide. Even if it's never.”

“It'll never be never,” Gloria said.

Evan followed the contours of Gloria's face with the tip of his finger. She had perfect lips, high cheekbones, a cute nose, and eyes so blue it was hard not to stare. He was more in love with her now than when he walked into her room. What a fool he was.

“Evan, what's wrong?” Gloria asked. “You sure you're not upset about waiting?”

“No, no, I'm glad, really, I am.”

“Then what?”

“I love you.”

“And you're worried it'll be like it is with Mom? You won't be able to be with me, after?” Evan scrambled to find words. “It's okay,” Gloria said. “I don't care, I'm happy, really happy. Mom needs you and that's okay.”

He kissed Gloria's forehead. “Beautiful and smart.”

“Perceptive, that's all,” Gloria said.

“Geez, between you and Deana.” He shook his head. “So, you understand how risky it is, plus there's Darlene. You're pretty special to her. What's that about?”

Gloria nodded thoughtfully. “I feel the same about her, but Darlene knows, and she wants this for me.”

“Does that mean you are together?”

Gloria shrugged and turned her palms up. “I don't know. It kind of just happened, but we haven't talked about it, so I don't know.”

“Are you into girls . . . more girls than boys?”

“I don't know.” Gloria stared at the ceiling for a minute. “Maybe I'll love sex, um, even want to fall in love with boys, but right now, I don't know. Deana said she loves you and enjoys it with you, but she can only imagine falling in love with girls. Does that make sense?”

Not at all, Evan thought. “Sure, I understand, and I think if I was a girl, I'd only be interested in girls.”

“Of course you'd say that, you're totally into girls now, and only girls.”

“How do you know I'm not interested in dick, too?”

“Right,” Gloria said. “Next time you give Jason head, can I watch?”

“What if it's not Jason?”

“I'll still watch,” Gloria said. “My skin is cracking. Let's take a shower.”

Evan popped up and held his hand over his mouth. “Together, oh my, we couldn't shower together.”

“Get up.” Gloria shoved him. “Come on, let's go.”

As Evan started to stand, Gloria jumped on his back. “Carry me.”

Evan walked over to the mirror, turned sideways, and looked at the girl riding piggyback. Gloria said, “Come on, we're young, dumb, and full of cum, let's act like it until—”

Evan cut her off, “Whenever we can.” He refused to see his father's return as the end of the life they wanted to live. “In your case, you’re covered with cum.” Evan bounced Gloria higher and walked out of the room.

Gloria laughed. “Imagine Mom saw us?”

“Actually, I did.”

“What would you have done?”

“I would have made her join us in the shower.” Evan put Gloria down. “Get the shower started, I'll be right back.”

After running up to his room, Evan peeled back the curtain and stepped in the shower behind Gloria. “Where'd you go?” she asked.

“I had to get something.” He collected Gloria’s wet hair behind her head and kissed her neck. “Something special for you.”

“What?” Gloria asked and tried to turn.

Evan held her shoulders, slid his hand down her right arm, and lifted her hand out in front of them. “Your birthday present.” He brought his other hand around and slipped the ring on Gloria's finger.

Gloria swallowed hard. Evan turned her toward him and saw tears pouring down her cheeks. She jerked with a sob and crashed into him. Her arms wrapped around his body with crushing strength. Evan scooped Gloria up with his forearms under the globes of her ass. She looped her arms around his head and her legs around his waist.

“You . . . uh, fuck you, you fuckin’ made me wait and made me think—Fuck, I hate you.”

“It wasn't your birthday yet, and I was waiting for the right time.”

“It still isn't my birthday,” Gloria said.

“No, but this is the right time,” he said.

“I still hate you.”

“Why?”

“For making me think I wasn't special . . . as special as them,” Gloria said. “And now for making me love you even more.”

“You have no idea how special you are . . . have always been to me. I love, have always loved you.” Evan thought about all the pictures and Candy’s stomach, and how Gloria had turned into the young version of the Candy he loved as a little boy. How could Gloria not be special to him?

“Maybe one day you can prove it by putting that ring on my other hand.”

If that were only possible, Evan thought. “Maybe, but for now how about I wash you and give you a massage or something?”

“Probably a good idea,” Gloria said. “I can't imagine somebody wouldn't notice a wedding band on my hand.”

There was a good possibility people were going to notice Evan acting lovestruck even before they made love.

After the shower, as Evan massaged his way down Gloria's naked body, he got a text from Cindy that should have upset him, but it only mildly disappointed him because he had an idea. He texted Candy: Mom, I'm taking Gloria out for dinner. Okay?

Candy: Sure, but what about racing?

Evan: Never said I was going, but Cindy said it's a washout.

Candy: Okay. Have fun. Check with Deana while you're out. She needs a ride home later.

Evan: Okay. Want anything?

Candy: No thanks.

Gloria cleared her throat. “You planning on finishing?”

“Actually, I'm gonna take you out.”

“Like on a date?”

That was exactly how it felt to Evan. “If you want to think of it that way, sure. What do you want for dinner?”

“Can we go to the movies?”

The movies, Evan thought. He had been fucking five different girls, but hadn't taken a girl to the movies since Stacy moved away. “If there is something good playing and you're not worried about being seen at the theater with your brother.”

“I'll check, and I'm not worried,” Gloria said and hopped off the bed. “I'll get dressed. You should too.”

“Smartass.” Evan slapped Gloria's butt. “You going to at least wrap a towel around you?”

“No, but you should hang them up so Mom doesn’t get upset.” Gloria dashed out of the room and thundered down his stairs. Nude or not, their father would yell something about walking like cavemen. Fuck him, Evan thought.

The physical exertion she focused on each kick and stroke, pushing her naked body through the water, was supposed to keep Darlene from thinking too much. It hadn't worked so far. She crossed the pool, over and over, playing and replaying the events of the previous night. Gloria had been so persistent, and against her better judgment, Darlene agreed to go, but only if Becky came too.

Parties weren't Darlene’s thing. You had to have friends for that, and Style was the only person Darlene considered a friend. That was until Gloria came along. For the first time since she was a little girl, Darlene had let herself really care about someone. Gloria was supposed to have been a path to finding out about her mother. Loving the cute, sexy, troubled blonde girl had never been considered. Talk about setting myself up to be hurt, Darlene thought and kicked harder.

The party had been a good time after all. Kimmy was so horny and ready to be had, and Darlene took great pleasure in setting the bar very high for any of Kimmy’s future fucks. Becky made the whole thing more fun, pushing the limits of Deana's game. Becky would have started an orgy if Deana hadn’t kept her in check. That wasn’t really Darlene’s style, but a threesome with Jason and Becky while Deana's friends watched would have been hot.

Evan surprised Darlene when he said they shouldn’t fuck even though Gloria had given him the green light. Darlene would have enjoyed it, but she was glad he proved his love for Gloria. It almost made her feel bad for always giving him such a hard time. He was a decent guy.

The other tumbler, Ann, would have gotten her ass kicked for hurting Deana if not for what happened behind the couch. Darlene had seen through Ann’s overly aggressive resistance about kissing another girl. The expression on Ann’s face said I’m terrified of my true desires. The prudish gymnast was desperately in need of a proper orgasm, and right there in front of all the people Ann didn’t want to know what kind of girl she was, Darlene stuffed two fingers in Ann’s tight little pussy. She was hot, wet, and ready, and Darlene handily provided a climax that wouldn’t soon be forgotten. The best part of it was the expression on Evan’s face. He had been torn between wanting to punch Ann and wanting to fuck her, but once he saw how Darlene was handling it, Evan went upstairs to beat off. Well, that’s what he thought he’d be doing, except Becky winked and followed after him. Of course, Becky told Darlene about the spanking and how hard Evan fucked her. Like Darlene hadn’t seen that when the girl came back to the basement, walking funny.

Everything considered, Darlene was glad she went, but she was glad she hadn’t let Gloria talk her into spending the night. Sharing a bed with Gloria, in the same house with Candy, would have been too much. Not after the encounter they had in the living room. Darlene didn’t need to ask; it had been obvious when Darlene walked into the house. The woman turned white and almost puked. Still, Darlene needed to know if Candy would lie, and if not, she wanted to hear Candy say, Yes, Aunt Sally is your mother.

There was no number high enough to express how many times Darlene had imagined her mother. At times, the woman was a good, loving person who didn’t have any money. She had wanted a better life for her daughter, so she gave her baby away, hoping someone would make that happen. Even though it didn't work out that way, Darlene found it harder to hate such a person.

Other times, Darlene imagined her mother was a drug addict who didn't want the responsibility of a child and never thought about it after abandoning her. It was easy to hate somebody like that and accept the way things turned out. It wasn’t like she would have had a great life with a drug addict woman caring for her.

Maybe her mother was a rich bitch who got knocked up? The lady couldn’t be bothered or didn't want a kid to hold her back, or cramp her lifestyle, or bring shame to the family name, but she didn’t have the balls to have an abortion. After all, she hadn't done anything wrong, and the kid should be grateful she didn't kill it. It was very easy to hate that imaginary mother.

If she had been left on the doorstep of a rich family by someone fleeing the country to avoid getting whacked by the Mafia or arrested, Darlene could understand that. It wouldn't matter then if Darlene knew her history because she would have a good life with people who cared about her.

In all the years of thinking, wondering, and imagining different scenarios, Darlene had never imagined herself loving a girl whose Aunt Sally was her mother. In Darlene’s wildest dreams, her mother had never been the kind of lady who swam naked the way Darlene did. Sally let Gloria skinny dip while she and Candy sat outside nude, talking. Sally’s sister was Candy, and Candy was a wonderful, awesome, sexy mother. Why hadn’t Sally at least given her to Candy?

In the movies, there is always an explanation, and whether good, bad, or indifferent, a reunion happens after the kid first rejects the returning parent. The mom or dad always suffers for a while, regretting all the years they had missed out on, but eventually, the kid forgives them and they live happily ever after or some shit like that.

What about the years of bouncing from family to family, being ignored by siblings, abused, and raped? What about the thousands of sleepless nights, wondering what she did to deserve this? What about all the years spent wondering if someone might be her mother, father, brother, sister, or cousin? There wasn’t a world where understanding, forgiveness, or a reunion existed after all of that. No matter what Candy said about picking the better of two bad things or whatever happened that she couldn’t tell, there was no excuse. Darlene would tell Sally it’s too late, fuck off, I don’t need you.

At Sonic, Gloria turned sideways and sat on her feet, leaning back on the door. Evan watched his sister bring a french fry to her mouth. A thread of cheese stretched from the pile of chili fries in her other hand. The sight and smell might have made Evan's mouth water if not for his view of the lick me panties under his sister's skirt. Eating her out, making her cum in his mouth, and seeing it in her eyes was more satisfying than sticking his dick in her. Every lick, suck, and thrust of his tongue had been delivered as an extension of his love. He had even forgotten they had an audience for a few seconds. Now, Jayda was in his mind. Sure, she had kept their secret so far, but this was different. How many girls Jayda’s age can keep something like sister licking to themselves?

Gloria held up her hand. “I really love this. Thank you.”

“Sorry I made you wait so long.”

“That's okay. The way you gave it to me made me feel so special. That makes up for it.”

“You are special, really special. I wish things could be different.”

“They might be one day,” Gloria said.

Evan sucked down some sweet tea and asked, “How so?”

“Maybe they'll split up someday and we could move. Nobody ever has to know how we know each other.”

Evan let himself dream about dating Gloria for a minute. If nobody knew she was his stepsister by marriage, he would lean across the car, kiss her deeply, and tell Gloria how much he loved her. They would probably make love in the car before it was over. If things could be that way, Evan wondered if there would come a day when he wouldn't think about Candy when he saw Gloria?

“Evan, even if that never happened, we can pretend at least for now. Take what we can get.”

“Sure, but we have to be smart, careful, and find some way to act normal after.”

“You mean like the way things were before?” Evan nodded. “Big brother,” Gloria reached between Evan’s legs and groped his cock and balls, “it'll never be the way it was . . . not ever.”

Evan pushed a finger between the seat and his sister's plump labia. He lifted it and wiggled it around until moist heat seeped through the fabric. “I think you're right, but let's at least be smart. Okay?”

Gloria’s short, nimble legs quickly carried her across the car. Her knees wedged in beside Evan's hips, and she yanked the release lever. They fell until the front seat hit the back. Gloria said, “of course,” and kissed him hard. Evan found his hands on his sister's ass, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

“Is anybody watching?” Evan asked.

Gloria poked her head up to the back porthole-like window and said, “No, there aren't any cars near us.”

Evan knew what he wanted, and a gentle nudge told him Gloria wanted it too. She moved toward the back as he slid down some. His legs had to squeeze under the dashboard and Gloria needed to use the back window ledge, but her crotch found Evan’s face. Gloria wanted the underwear off, but he couldn't wait. The material complained as he yanked it aside, but the panties didn't rip. His lips and tongue had full access to the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted. All he cared about was making his baby girl feel good.

Like a ravenous animal, Evan licked, sucked, and ate his sister. Gloria thrashed wildly until her body trembled and twisted with a rather vocal orgasm. Her head knocked against the door as she tumbled back into the passenger seat, gasping for air. Evan sheepishly rose, expecting a crowd to be chanting and cheering with their phones recording. “Not smart, baby girl, not smart at all.”

Gloria huffed. “Oh, ah, no, but wow, oh, wow, that was amazing.” Clearly annoyed by them, she yanked the panties out of her crotch. “And messy.” Gloria pulled the panties down her legs, tossed them in the glove box, and fanned her pussy with the skirt.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, but it was stupid. We can never get caught. Dad would . . . everyone—I don’t even know, but we have to be more careful than that.”

“Yeah, I know, you’re right,” Gloria said, staring at her feet. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Evan said. “You taste so much better than that burger. I loved it.”

Darlene lost count, but her burning muscles said it was time to give up. Her arms and legs trembled as she pulled herself up the ladder. She closed her eyes, turned her face toward the sun, and ran her hands back over her head, collecting her hair in a wet rope behind her head. The hot rays needling down into Darlene’s waterlogged skin made her arch, pulling her shoulders back. Her breasts rose high and leaned outward.

The girl staring at the sun like a naked goddess made Sally drop to her knees and rest her forehead on the window ledge. She had been watching Darlene’s body power through the water on what seemed like an endless loop. It reminded Sally of the early days in LA, swimming at the Y until her body gave up. That was the only way to get clean. There were communal showers at the boarding house, but they were as nasty as the addicts who sometimes use them, and Sally never felt safe there. Even if she had, the trickle from the showerhead could never wash away the hate and self-loathing or the haunting faces of the jeering men who stuffed money in her g-string. They always took their time and touched as much of her as possible. Sally would smile and give them false hopes for more if they stayed and bought a private dance. That’s where the real money was, but it took hours of kicking and punching through chlorinated water to remove the lingering feel of their hot breath, sweat, grease, and prickle of their stubble from her cleavage. The taste of the dicks she had sucked never went away.

Sally did what she had to do to survive while thinking Angela was with Sandra and Candy. That kept her alive and was the only reason Sally had left the two women she loved and her baby.

The words, “I don't want to hate somebody I've never met,” made Sally furious, but the girl, beating the water, reminded Sally that Angela was tough, a fighter hardened by pain, and broken just like her mother.

“I'm her mother,” Sally said and banged her head on the windowsill. I gave up everything because I loved her. Candy said Angela would understand and forgive me in time. “Will she,” Sally asked the floor?

It was more likely the girl would want to know why Sally hadn't come back sooner. Even if Sally explained that she hadn’t known for years what happened and about being too poor to do anything anyway, then not being able to track her down, Angela would want to know why Sally gave her away in the first place? What then, Sally wondered? Even if her daughter knew she had been forced to leave and had left her with Sandra and Candy, the girl would want details. Angela would demand answers. She deserved the truth and should get to choose if she wanted to meet her father. Too bad the truth was harder to believe than a lie. The whole thing made Sally want to end John’s life and disappear again without having to talk to Angela.

That’s the truth, Sally thought, I’m afraid. The tough, ass-kicking, taser-carrying Sally is terrified of facing her own daughter.