From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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Potential

bistander

Chapter 39

Yesterday's Tomorrow

Candy's relief about not hitting anything vanished when the tires spun and the car didn't move. Reverse, forward, reverse, nothing. She instinctively reached for her phone to call Sally, then cursed herself for not having a phone. At least it's not much further, Candy thought, I can walk. It had been many years since she had to walk down a country road, but fucking Evan and working out had Candy in better shape than at any time in her life.

One foot in front of the other, Candy followed the white line. It reminded her of when they were kids, balancing on the train tracks. Sally on one rail, Candy on the other, they walked until someone fell. That was the one thing Candy could beat her big sister at.

Thirty minutes later, Candy was heading down Sally's driveway. On foot, it seemed more like an access road. She was halfway before the woods opened up to the lawn. Candy stopped. It was a beautiful old house. Like many of the houses in that part of rural Mississippi, Sally's might have been a plantation home once upon a time. The thought of someone owning another person had always made her sick, yet that's how Candy had been living since she married John, he owned.

Shit, there were two cars at the end of the driveway. A flash of anger pushed Candy forward with gravel scuffing steps. Why would Sally have someone over when she knew how much they needed to talk?

It was a sexy fast looking car, like Sally's. Candy knew the four interconnected circles meant expensive, and she imagined one of Sally's business associates inside. Without knocking, Candy pushed through the front door and saw her sister, standing in the kitchen. Sally's expression seemed to be one of relief and fear. "Candy, what took you so long?"

"I walked," Candy said flatly and started across the massive room. "Who's here? We were supposed to--"

"It's me."

Candy spun toward the baritone voice. The tall, handsome man made Candy's knees weak. Her brain started clicking through a catalog of people she used to know. The shirtless man looked like an actor in a cologne commercial. He said, "Candy," and the tears burst from her eyes.

"Bobby, fuck, it's you . . . Bobby."

Her big brother had to lift Candy a foot off the floor before her chin was on his shoulder. She sobbed and climbed higher up Bobby's body. Once her legs were around his waist and his powerful arms were crushing her into him, Candy felt as if she'd completely regressed. She was thirteen again, and her big brother was going to make everything alright.

Sally stood behind Bobby. "Surprise." She kissed Candy's forehead.

Candy didn't say any of the things bashing around inside her brain. There would be time for that later. Right now, all she wanted was to feel safe and loved. It reminded her of back when Sally was pregnant. The three of them shared a secret, and a love so strong it seemed nothing could ever tear them apart. They had been a family.

Instead of slipping into bed with his sisters, Evan had taken Candy's phone upstairs. The text messaging between his mother and Cindy had only been going on since his father left, yet it was a mind-blowing erotic tale of love, lust, and secrets. Apparently, the two women were insatiable vixens who couldn't trust themselves to be in the same room together. His cousin was the aggressor who in Candy's words, "fucked me in public."

It was like reading a great novel; the more Evan read the more he had to know. His mother and cousin had fucked at the racetrack in a bathroom stall while people came and went. They had done it in Candy's SUV near the ballpark and on the beach. Someone should turn this into an erotic story on the internet, Evan thought, or a porn movie. The woman he had been calling Mom all these years, the one who dressed in the least revealing clothes, and acted as if she were softball mom of the year, had gone down on Cindy in the car. The very SUV Gloria and her friends left the ballpark in twenty minutes later. If they hadn't been sweaty, grass-stained ball players they might have smelled the lingering lust.

Evan shifted so his boner could stand straight up in his shorts, but he refused to jerk off. He had to save himself for his date with Candy tomorrow. Unless something happened with his sisters before then.

The picture-to-text ratio was disappointing. Evan would have liked more visual evidence of everything they talked about, but he read on, hungry for every detail of his mother's torrid affair. One day he'd sit down with Cindy and find out how and when it all started, but for now, the active couple of weeks would have to do.

Right when Evan thought sneaking away from Gloria's game to eat Cindy's pussy was the height of their nefarious behavior, he read something that made his brain seize. No fucking way, he thought and backed up a couple of messages. Candy mentioned something about Cindy stripping down to her underwear in front of Evan and making out with him. He read Cindy's reply three times and it was still hard to believe. "At least I didn't do my daughter's best friend's mother."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me," Evan said. "Mom and Miss Tanya, noway." He went to the next message. Candy said, "I didn't do her, she seduced me." Cindy said, "I can see that. Tanya's hot. She could talk me out of my clothes."

Evan leaned back in the desk chair, closed his eyes, and played out a fantasy. The title of the movie would be, Two MILFs and a teenage race car driver. He took his raging boner out and gently tugged on it. His mother's sexual exploits were better than any supplements. Tomorrow, if he could wait that long, he planned on fucking Candy so hard her pussy would be too sore to let his father near it for a week.

The teenage angst and lewd lasciviousness of the messages and pictures made Evan feel some kind of new deeper perversion that he couldn't categorize or even find a word for. He opened a picture his mother had taken from above her head, looking down her body. Her legs were spread wide. The top of Cindy's head, her brows, and those coal-black eyes peering over Candy's mound were all he could see. Evan said, "Cindy is eating Mom's pussy." Verbalizing it caused a visceral reaction, and Evan stood, thrust his groin forward, and jettisoned streams of cum at the wall behind his desk. His mind sank deeper into primal darkness where fucking was all that mattered.

Candy stepped back and looked up at Bobby. Her fists were clenched but before she could start punching wildly, Candy fell forward and pressed her face into Bobby's chest. He held her head and stroked Candy's back. She slid her arms around his waist. All the anger and blame melted away just like it had when Sally returned. Candy knew they didn't have a choice, and she made it worse by marrying John. "I can't believe you're here. You're both finally here."

Sally hugged Candy from behind and turned her into the meat in a sibling sandwich. Too bad the safe, hopeful, empowered feelings couldn't last forever. "When did you get here?" Candy asked.

"Last night," Sally said.

Candy wiggled out from between Bobby and Sally. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just showed up," Bobby said. "I planned on coming but wasn't sure when I'd be able to get here. Things opened up and here I am."

"It was late," Sally said, "and I had that thing to do today, so I figured I'd surprise you. Surprise."

"I hate surprises," Candy said. "How did it go today? I was worried... afraid I'd fucked up and put you in a--"

"No," Sally said. "I'm glad you didn't lie to her."

"So how did it go?"

"Not exactly the way I imagined it," Sally said.

"What's she like?" Candy asked.

"Smart, stubborn, and." Sally stopped.

Bobby waited patiently for more, but Candy said, "She's just like you, Sally, just like you."

Sally staggered back to the couch, clearly on the brink of an emotional breakdown, but she wouldn't let herself cry. "I'm not sure how it happened, but Angela is a lot like me. She forced me to tell her more than I wanted to."

On one hand, Candy couldn't imagine a girl forcing Sally to do something, but having met Darlene, Candy knew it was possible. "Hey, I'm really sorry I put you in that position. I shouldn't have pushed so hard."

"It's okay." Sally reached out for Candy's hand and pulled her down beside her. "She needs time, needs to go slow, but she doesn't hate me."

Bobby sat across from his sisters on the other couch. His expression was solemn. For the first time since Sally returned, Candy considered that Bobby might feel the same way Sally felt, except he had lost two daughters.

"Candy, don't let Angela, Darlene, I have to remember to call her Darlene," Sally said regretfully. "Don't let her near your house. Tell the girls something so they know not to invite her over."

"Why?" Candy asked.

"Because she's like me, except she hasn't learned to channel her rage. She promised not to do anything, but I don't trust her around John."

Candy relived that moment Darlene's eyes blazed as she stepped forward to challenge her. Candy had been afraid. "Okay, I'll make sure."

During the painful silence that followed, Candy looked at her brother. Bobby stared intently at the floor in front of him with his fists pressed into the cushions beside his legs. Candy was afraid to ask what he was thinking. For years she had blamed Bobby and had been angry because she didn't have a big brother anymore, and Gloria couldn't meet her father. Now, the only thing that mattered was what Bobby had gone through. He had known she married the enemy, and John got to be Gloria's daddy. "Bobby!" she fell to her knees in front of him so he had to look at her. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't know. I was so stupid, so fucking stupid to think you would just leave me. I didn't know what else to do. I was scared, alone and--"

"Stop, baby, stop it." Bobby held Candy's face between his huge hands. "We all did what we thought was best, what we had to do. That's over. We're here together now."

Candy believed Bobby meant it, but there was so much he wasn't saying. Bobby knew things he didn't want her to know. So did Sally. Candy wanted to be angry and demand answers, but Bobby pulled her up and sat her across his lap, holding Candy tight. She pretended she was a little girl back before John. Back when Bobby could protect her from the monsters in the dark closet and under the bed, and the things that happened when their mother drank too much.

Sally said, "Candy, you said you walked?"

The question reminded Candy that she was a grown-up with serious adult problems. "Shit, I got stuck in the mud down the road and had to walk from there."

"The mud?" Sally said. "Why didn't you call?"

"I forgot my phone." Candy imagined Evan examining every picture, and it made her warm right where his dick would be in less than twenty-four hours. "There can't be a record of me needing a tow. He'll want to know why I was in Mississippi." And he'll yell at me for getting stuck, Candy thought.

"Sure, no problem," Sally said. "Show me where it is and I'll call a local guy. Bobby, why don't you take that swim you were about to take before Candy got here."

Bobby was about to object, but Sally gave him a look that made him nod. "Right, okay, but call if you need any help."

"I feel as if the two of you have spent a lot of time talking, and you're keeping something from me." It was like that when they were kids, Bobby and Sally always knew stuff before her.

"No, not at all," Bobby said.

"We had our emotional reunion last night," Sally said. "I figured it was your turn today. We'll talk when we come back."

Instead of arguing, Candy gave Bobby a quick hug. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you."

Candy and Sally moved toward the front door, and Bobby headed through the kitchen toward the back door.

It took less than five minutes to drive the distance Candy walked for half an hour. "My god, Candy, what happened?" Sally pulled to the shoulder opposite where Candy went through the ditch. "Where the heck were you going?"

Candy stared at the SUV. It was at least twenty yards into the field. Had she even hit the brakes? Candy hadn't noticed earlier, but she'd gone through the only place there wasn't a fence for as far as she could see. Maybe that was a sign things were getting better?

"Seriously, Candy, what happened?"

"I was thinking too much, thinking about everything. I started crying. The next thing I knew the wheels were off the edge, and I guess I overcorrected."

"I'm glad you didn't get hurt." Sally made a call, asked for Stu, and explained the problem. She nodded, gave her address, and hung up. "He'll bring it to the house." She leaned across the car and kissed Candy. "I can't believe the three of us are here together. I thought it would never happen again."

"Me too," Candy said.

"Give me your keys."

"Why?"

"Got to leave them for Stu."

Candy watched the bam, in-your-face sexy ass as her sister went through the ditch and across the field like a stalking cat. It made Candy laugh, thinking about how she had tripped, slipped, and almost tumbled when she made her way from the car to the road.

On the way back to Sally's house, Candy asked, "How much does Bobby know?"

"Everything." Sally held Candy's hand. "What was troubling you to the point of driving off the road?"

Candy drew in a deep breath and blew out a loud rush of air. "You and Darlene, John being back tomorrow, Cindy, almost fucking Evan again today, our baby, and . . . " Candy trailed off.

Sally squeezed Candy's hand. "And?"

"How could I be so blind . . . stupid? I let him hurt my little girl. She must hate me. And Bobby, I was supposed to be taking care of our daughter. That's why I stayed with John, so our daughter could have a family, a good life, and John's been hurting her."

"Stop it, Candy. You can't blame yourself. Gloria loves you. You're a wonderful mother. I saw that right away, and we don't know for sure what John has done."

"But I should know. I'm her mother, I should know. And why wouldn't she come to me? Does she think I wouldn't believe her? Or I wouldn't do something to help my baby?"

"Damn it, Candy! Stop it, stop, stop, stop. Who knew what John did to you? Who did you ask for help? Nobody! And you know why? Because he's the worst kind of evil. He made us think it was our fault so we wouldn't ask for help. He made you think it was something you wanted, and he trapped you into thinking you had no choice other than the ones he gave you. If you had stood up to him you might have ended up like Sandra."

Candy wanted to kick her feet and hit the dashboard and scream, that mother fucker always wins. Nobody could give back all the years she spent being owned by John or take away the thousands of painful things he did or remove the crushing load of regret Candy carried on her back.

"If you want I can talk to Gloria. She'd probably tell me things she can't tell you."

"She can tell me anything."

"Not necessarily," Sally said. "We couldn't tell."

Candy nodded until Sally stopped behind Bobby's car. "Do I look okay? I don't want Bobby to know I'm an emotional wreck."

"You're fine, Candy, just fine."

They found Bobby out back on the patio. His thick red hair was still damp, but he was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. He stood as Candy approached. "Everything go okay?"

"They'll drop it off here. No damage."

"Good." Bobby hugged Candy as if they were seeing each other for the first time. "I missed you, Candy, really missed you."

"Me too." Candy sat. "Why didn't you come back or at least call me?"

"I'll get us something to drink," Sally said.

Bobby said, "No ice," and dropped into the chair facing Candy. "I couldn't."

"You could have, Bobby. You could have at least let me know where you were, and I would have come to you."

"No, I had to stay away. I'm sorry, but it was better that I stayed away."

"So out of sight out of mind?" Bobby's expression made Candy say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, I can see why you might think that, but there hasn't been one day that I haven't thought about you and Sally and the girls." Bobby looked up at the sky and dragged his hands up his face and back over his head. "It was better for everybody that I never came back."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to kill John, and after the army, after what I saw and did, I would have done it. I would have killed him with my bare hands. I had to stay away for you, and for Deana and Evan, and Gloria. If he was dead, and I was in prison, then what? Gloria would have a murderer as a father, and she'd never see me anyway."

"Shit, and all I've been thinking about is myself and what I've been through. I'm sorry Bobby, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you told me not to stay with him."

"It's not your fault. You were a little girl, a pregnant little girl, and we left you. You did what you thought was best."

Sally put three glasses of clear liquid on the table. Bobby grabbed the one without ice, Sally took one, and Candy stared at the last one. She could imagine gulping it, the burning heat in her throat, and warmth in her belly. If John let me drink, Candy thought, I'd be an alcoholic, but what am I supposed to do now? She couldn't drink it, but Bobby would notice. He couldn't know she was pregnant, so Candy brought the drink to her lips. Sally winked, and Candy drank as if the clear liquid was vodka. Knowing Sally had been thinking about the baby made Candy feel good.

"What did you do in the army?" Candy asked.

Sally shifted uncomfortably as if she already knew not to ask. Bobby took so long that Candy was about to retract her question when he said, "I killed people and saw people get killed. Sometimes women and children. Sometimes they were trying to kill us. The people we were supposed to be freeing from the horrible oppressive regime were killing us. It was bad, really bad."

With both hands firmly wrapped around her glass, Candy held it at her chin. What was she supposed to say now? She sipped until the ice cubes were clinking together. Every person she loved had suffered because of the man she married. It was all her fault.

"It wasn't all bad," Bobby said. "I learned a lot, traveled the world, met some amazing people, and the army paid for college." Bobby shrugged. "And I didn't get killed."

Candy turned and saw the same expression on Sally's face that she imagined was on hers. They wanted to know more but were afraid to ask.

When the silence became uncomfortable, Candy said, "Are you all right now? I mean, you know, is everything okay?"

"You asking if I'm crazy?"

"No, no, it's just that so many veterans have trouble when they come back. PTSD or whatever happens after going through so many . . . you know."

"It was tough at first but with some counseling, I'm better at not killing people who make me mad." Bobby stared at Candy for a few seconds then laughed. "It's a joke."

"That's not funny," Candy said.

"You're right," Bobby said. "I have a habit of doing that, either not talking at all, or blurting out the truth, or most likely making jokes about it."

"I'm sorry," Candy said, "I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to talk, but if you want to, I'll listen. Whatever you need."

"Thank you. I'll probably take you up on that someday."

"Anybody need another drink?" Sally asked.

Candy acted as if she wasn't sure before saying, "Just soda. I have to drive."

While waiting for Sally to return, Candy repeatedly reminded herself that it was her big brother, but after all the years, and now hearing about what he had done, Bobby felt like a stranger. "What kind of lawyer are you?"

"A defense attorney. I'm with a firm that handles a lot of high-profile cases."

"High profile?"

"Rich people, politicians, city officials, and sometimes drug dealers, too."

"I'm back," Sally said. "Here, no ice." She handed Bobby a glass. "What are we talking about?" Sally sat and gave Candy a drink.

Bobby said, "Don't worry we didn't start without you."

Candy looked from Bobby to Sally and back to Bobby. "Start what?"

"Candy," Sally put her hand on Candy's forearm, "we have to talk about your situation."

Oh great, Candy thought, now this is my situation. What happened to don't worry everything will work out? "I thought you had a plan?"

"She did," Bobby said, "but it's not going to work."

The blood drained from Candy's face as the dreadful sense of hopelessness returned. She couldn't live with John for long knowing all she knew. And she couldn't go back to not having Cindy in her life. "What, why? I thought." She stopped, knowing she had never really known what to think about Sally's plan to catch John doing something incriminating or planting something on his computer.

"I'm sorry Candy. There are things I didn't consider. Stuff Bobby told me."

"Candy, I've been involved in these types of cases. Most of the time they don't go to trial. The prosecutor offers a deal, and most people take it. Sometimes even if they aren't guilty."

"What? Why?" Candy asked.

"The media vultures relentlessly pursue anything that will get sex, child abuse, rape, or molested in the headlines. You've seen it. Man arrested for molesting a child under fifteen, story at eleven. Makes the front page of the paper every time. And the prosecutors feed them information to keep the story in the news. Even if it hurts the victims. As a defense attorney, I would have to advise my client about how horrible a trial would be, and what their family and friends would be put through. It's a lose-lose for everybody, especially the kids."

Candy screamed, "But he's guilty. He raped us and he might be hurting Gloria. He has to be stopped. Sally, say something, please say something."

"Baby, I'm sorry, but Bobby's right."

"Candy, John is evil. He won't care what happens to the kids at school every time the case is mentioned in the news. He'll drag everyone down with him. You'll be lucky not to get charged with something yourself. We will all be under a microscope. The defense will bring things up to try and discredit you and the girls, and make it seem like it was their fault. The whole thing will unravel on national news. It'll all come out. I'm sorry, but there's only one way to handle this."

"I'll kill him myself," Candy screamed. "Get me a fuckin' gun and I'll shoot him in the face. I swear I'll kill, kill, I'll kill him, I will."

Sally pulled Candy up and held her tight. She was trembling. "We haven't given up on you Candy. He's going to get what he deserves, but none of us are going to prison. Not for him."

Candy shook free and stepped back so she could look at both Bobby and Sally. "What am I supposed to do? I won't be able to sleep knowing he might be doing something to the girls. And what do I do if I catch him? Nothing?"

Bobby stood. "Send the girls to summer camp for a couple of weeks. I'll handle the rest."

"They don't go to summer camp."

"They don't have to," Sally said. "They could stay with friends or here if they have to. Just as long as he thinks they're away."

Candy nodded while her brain spun different reasons for their sudden desire to go to camp. "Okay, Gloria wanted to get better, so she went to softball camp. Deana could go with Rebecca to gymnastics camp. What if he asked how I paid for it?"

"Don't you have a checkbook?" Bobby asked.

"No, Bobby, he treats me like a child. He tells me what to wear and where I can go and with who. He doesn't let me drink." Candy watched her brother's face turn red. "I don't want you to get in trouble for me, Bobby. This is my fault. I don't want either of you to get in trouble."

"It's not your fault. It's his fault," Bobby said. "And nobody will get in trouble. Just give me a little time. I'll figure something out. Please, Candy, give me a chance to make this right."

"How?"

"I'll figure something out," Bobby said. "Don't even think about it; I'll work it out."

"Fine." Candy crashed down on her chair. She didn't know what Bobby meant by work it out, but her mind went straight to murder. If he defended drug dealers and other criminals he might know people, so wasn't murder the most likely explanation for "figure something out,"? How was she supposed to feel about John getting killed? Emotional exhaustion made Candy's body go limp. Had she ever loved John? What about Deana and Evan? First their mother, then their father, how would that affect them? Deana might be relieved, maybe, but what about Evan? He had no idea how evil his father was. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, this is horrible." If she hadn't gotten caught with Cindy, John wouldn't have anything to hold over her. Except he could tell everybody Bobby was Gloria's father. He had no proof but just saying it could ruin their lives.

Bobby's phone rang and he walked away before answering. Candy watched him nod a bunch then heard him say, "I love you."

Sally and Candy stared at Bobby until he got the hint. "That was my wife. She was checking to see how it's going."

In unison Candy and Sally said, "Wife?"

"Yes, I'm married to Sasha. We met in the Philippines."

Candy was stunned and mad that her brother got married without telling her. But why would he? "Pictures?"

"Yes." Bobby opened the gallery on his phone and brought up a picture of a beyond gorgeous Asian woman and an adorable little girl. "That's our daughter. Chloe. She's seven."

"She looks exactly like her mother," Candy said.

Sally echoed, "Exactly."

"Lucky for Chloe, but bad for me when the boys start noticing her."

"Bobby, I'm so happy for you, and sad we haven't been able to share any of the good stuff with each other."

"We will," Bobby said, "once this is all worked out, we will."

There it is again, worked out, Candy thought. Why should she wait for someone else to handle the problems she created?

Evan's nap was more half-sleep fantasies than sleeping. Each time his conscious mind stirred, Evan force-fed it imaginary sexual thoughts until REM sleep took over again. His dreams all involved something about fucking Gloria. They started in a different place or position every time, but always ended the same, right at the moment he was about to cum inside Gloria. She would be asking for it, and Evan wanted to blast away and fill Gloria with his seed. His dick was bloated, the head throbbing, millions of nerves as sensitive as they could get, unable to stand the tight fist of Gloria's tender flesh for another second. Evan knew he was going to cum inside his sister. Not because he was caught up in the moment, lost control, or was too blind with lust to think straight. No, Evan knew before it was too late, and he wanted to shoot his seed and had planned on flooding Gloria's cervix with every drop. But it wasn't Gloria, it was Candy, then Gloria, Candy, Gloria, back and forth, he never knew who it would be as his balls positioned to release. If it was her mother, Evan could freely dump his load, but if it was Gloria he had to pull out. Then suddenly he was slapped back to the beginning of the dream; it all started over, never knowing if he came.

"Click, Click, Click, clack, Clickety-clack." The sound was a strange distraction in Evan's fantasy world, then it became a familiar annoyance. He wanted to ignore it and get back to the dreams, but Evan lifted his head enough to see Deana hunched forward, standing in front of his desk. In short bursts, her fingers blazed across his Razer Blackwidow keyboard. The mechanical clicky switches seemed to roar. Evan was about to ask why, but Deana was wearing a white dress. It wasn't tight, yet the globes of Deana's butt still showed their firm shape as she shifted weight from one leg to the other. The slit up the left side ended above the sexy, brown curve of his sister's hip.

Evan sat up until he could see Deana's legs. They appeared darker, longer, and way more shapely than Evan remembered. It was the first time he had ever seen Deana in high heels, and it was wonderful.

His sister was drop-dead gorgeous, porn star sexy, and they had been fucking for weeks. Tomorrow, Evan had to act like a normal brother. I'm so fuckin' screwed, Evan thought. If Deana wore a box or sack to dinner, he would see her in those heels and dress, or a bikini, or the shorts she wore when they fucked on the porch steps, or in her most beautiful state, completely naked, glowing after an orgasm. I'm never leaving my room after tomorrow.

Covered by each burst of keystrokes, Evan left the bed and quietly moved up behind Deana. He grabbed her hips and slapped his groin against her ass. His boner fit nicely in the wonderful groove between her cheeks. She didn't scream or jump. Gloria's right, Evan thought, I need to work on my Ninja skills.

Deana said, "Hey, Evan, I'm video chatting with Reb." She typed, Evan's up.

Rebecca typed, I know, he's naked, I saw it.

Deana typed, Thanks for warning me.

Rebecca typed, I figured you sensed him coming. Ooh, cumming.

Deana typed, Funny. Not. It's jammed in my crack.

Rebecca typed, That dress could make a dead man cum, so . . .

Deana typed, He better not squirt on my dress.

Rebecca typed, Who cares as long as he fucks you.

Deana huffed and typed, He's right here, not blind.

Evan placed his hand below the slit and slid it up over the curve of Deana's hip, under the dress, and around to the silky smoothness of his sister's pubic mound. "Those shoes make you the perfect height for this." He hunched, thrusting his cock into Deana's crack. The material stopped his progress short of the target.

Deana typed, Evan wants to fuck me standing up. Wanna watch?

Rebecca typed, Fuck yeah. I wanna hear it too. Switch mic on.

Deana clicked the mic icon. Evan started mid-thigh, slowly sliding his hands up, over, and around the curves of his sister's body. When the dress was bunched at her breasts, Deana lifted her arms. "I love being undressed."

"Not as much as I love undressing you." He watched the small window view as Deana's tits were revealed. Her fuckin' amazing nipples were a firey pink, swollen as if ready to burst. He tossed the dress on a chair and stared down at the round curves of Deana's butt cheeks. She wasn't, but it seemed as if Deana was shoving them back. Evan slid his erection between the silky cushions and groaned.

"Rebecca, your girlfriend has the most amazing ass." He gently rolled Deana's nipples. A moan vibrated up from her chest.

Rebecca leaned in close to the camera. "Did he shove it in you yet?"

"Mm, not . . . ah, yet." Deana's eyes closed and her head felt to one side. "Ooh, that feels good."

Evan nibbled his sister's earlobe. "You are the most beautiful girl on this planet."

Rebecca said, "Exactly what I was thinking."

Deana purred while Evan nibbled and kissed his way across her shoulder and up Deana's neck. He grabbed her crotch and pulled her ass tight against his groin. His middle finger slipped between her puffy lips. Rebecca said, "Ooh, you slut, you're soaking wet already. Evan, make her beg for it. Then fuck her, hard."

"I want it now . . . please, please give it to me," Deana said and jerked her ass up and down. "Fuck me, please."

"Not so fast," Evan said and started kissing his way down Deana's back.

"I can't see him," Rebecca said. "Where is he? Tell me what he's doing. I wanna hear every single thing, you promised."

Of course this was planned, Evan thought and grabbed a hunk of his sister's ass cheek with his teeth. Deana squeaked and said, "Fuck, I love it when he bites."

Evan squeezed the tops of Deana's thighs, moving his thumbs inward through the smiley face grooves below her cheeks. The tendons pulled tight. He pushed upward. His sister's pink anal bud came into view. Evan wanted to shove his tongue in, taste her, finger her, and fuck his sister, but he eased his face closer. Deana quivered and jerked as his tongue poked her anus.

"Your nipples are so hard," Rebecca said. "What's he doing to you?"

"Oooh, shit, he's doing that thing you love so much," Deana said.

"Ah, shit, he's got his tongue in your asshole," Rebecca said. "I can't take it. I'm getting naked and using Dante."

"No, wait, Reb, wait so we can get it at the same time," Deana said.

"Let him fuck your ass," Rebecca said.

"Fuck no, that thing will break me."

"I'll take Dante in the ass if you let Evan--"

"Dante isn't as big."

"I'll do it, I'll come over and let him put it in my butt."

"Who is Dante?" Evan asked as he stood. "Oh, that's Dante." He pulled his sister back against his body and stared at the dildo between Rebecca's spread legs. The head was moving up and down, spreading the gymnast's pussy lips.

"Fuck her already," Rebecca demanded. "I can't wait."

"Ooh, he's about to," Deana said. "His muffin top is jammed into my pussy right now. I swear, I never get used to how it feels when it first pops through."

Evan imagined the lust he saw on Rebecca's face mirrored Deana's expression. "Reb, ready, on three," Deana said and braced herself on the desk. "One, two."

Evan watched Rebecca shove Dante in as he thrust upward. Deana cried out. "Shit, you hit the baby house door . . . hard."

"It's called a cervix," Rebecca said. "I guess you've never done it standing like that? You gotta lean forward a little and shove that bubble butt back."

"Just keep going, Evan, I wanna cum with Rebecca," Deana said.

Evan grabbed his sister's pubic mound, arched back, and pumped his cock in and out while watching the tumbler. She was half leaning back with her legs in the air and her arm slamming the rubber dick into her pussy. Deana leaned over on the desk. He grabbed her hips and fucked harder. Rebecca said, "Damn it, I can hear it. Slap, slap, slap, he's fucking the shit out of you."

"Ah, yeah, ah, ah, he is, oh fuck he is."

Rebecca said, "Yes, give it to her, ram that fuckin' cock in, ram it, ram it harder. Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm close, so close. Cum with me, baby, cum with me."

Evan felt his sister's pussy clamping down on his thrusting dick, so he went a little faster, trying to cum with Deana and her girlfriend. Deana stiffened, jerked, and bolted upright. "Stop, stop, I can't, I can't take anymore."

As much as Evan wanted to complain about not getting to finish, Deana had just let him fuck her while her girlfriend watched and fucked herself with a dildo named Dante.

"That was incredible," Rebecca said.

"Mm, it was." Deana reached back over her shoulders and grabbed Evan's neck. "Big brother, you slayed me."

"You are so bad, both of you," Evan said and squeezed Deana's tits while rubbing his boner on her back.

"Don't do that," Deana said.

"What?"

"Rub one out on my back."

"Yeah, don't," Rebecca said. "Shoot it at the camera. I wanna watch it--Hey, you got company."

"Yes, we do," Deana said and pointed at the small window. "A little sneaky peeky girl is back there."

Evan turned around. Gloria was on her stomach at the end of the bed, elbows on the mattress, chin resting in her hands, eyes intensely focused on the naked twins. Evan sighed and shook his head. The girl's legs were crossed, and the white globes of her ass were tightly drawn. He knew his little sister had been humping and grinding on the covers bunched under her while he fucked Deana. "Enjoy the show?" Evan asked.

Gloria nodded slowly and shifted her focus to his stiff cock. Evan glanced at Deana and saw it in her eyes. His twin knew all along that their little sister was watching them fuck. She had planned this.

The three siblings watched each other while Rebecca watched them. Evan's cock, coated with Deana's orgasm, wagged side to side as he walked toward Gloria. She rolled over and turned around. Evan felt dazed, as if operating without thinking, he grabbed Gloria's feet. Her toes curled. Deana sat up by Gloria's head, staring at him. The corners of her mouth curved up in an approving smile. As Evan leaned over his sister, Gloria's legs opened for him. He felt like a giant hovering above Gloria's short body, yet the fearful anticipation Evan had seen earlier was gone. His sister knew what to expect, and she wanted it. She wanted him inside her, thrusting in and out the way he had been fucking Deana. The thick knob of his penis pressed into Gloria's crotch until the tight opening stopped him. Evan knew one firm push was all it would take. He looked from Gloria to Deana and back into Gloria's eyes. A rush of emotions washed over him. Somehow it felt more like their first time than it had in the kitchen.

The head punched through, and Gloria whimpered. Deana stroked the girl's hair and gave Evan an encouraging nod. Like the wet Play-Doh he'd once stuffed his cock into, Gloria's flesh spread as he pushed deeper. A grimace told him when to stop. His little sister couldn't take all of it, not without pain, so Evan humped gently, watching Gloria's face.

"Mm, it's okay, you can go faster, faster," Gloria said.

Evan went faster and deeper, trying not to bottom out. That was harder than he expected and Gloria winced, gasped, and grimaced, but she never stopped pushing her pelvis up against his thrusts. He humped fast even though the tight pussy was tugging on his balls, demanding they give up the fight.

His penis grew thicker, swelling with readiness. Gloria wrapped her legs around Evan's waist. His pumping hips stuttered, and Evan's body arched, burying his cock completely in Gloria's body. The head was smashed up against Gloria's cervix while his hot cum poured into his sister.

"Oh, Evan, oh, god, that feels so good." Gloria trembled, jerked tight, and went slack.

It hadn't lasted long enough. Evan still needed to be inside his sister, so rather than collapsing to her side, he picked Gloria up, turned around, and laid on his back. Deana looked at his hands and smirked. "Can't keep your hands off that ass, can you?"

The girl's butt tightened and her pussy convulsed on his cock. "Why would I?" Evan asked and thought about all those mornings his little sister had managed to get on top of him, rubbing her crotch on his erection while he held onto her amazing butt. He could have fucked Gloria so many times already. "Baby, that was better than I ever imagined. I'm glad we waited."

"Me too," Deana said.

"Mm, I'm glad Dee got to be with us both times, but I wish we had been doing it ever since that first time you came on my leg."

"You came on her leg?" Deana said. "You perv."

"He sure did, squirted all over me. What a mess."

"Hey, you made it happen. I wasn't even awake while you had your way with me."

"You little slut, how could you," Deana said, "without getting me first?"

Evan's dick finally slipped out of Gloria, and he wondered if she wished it was still in her as much as he did? "I can't believe all these years you've been calling me a pervert."

Drunk with exhaustion and love, they giggled too much and got comfortable under the covers. Not much was said after that, and nobody had mentioned the millions of potential babies Evan had blasted into his little sister. Deana hadn't even given him one of her condemning glares. It was as if it had been normal, expected, and nothing to worry about.

"Candy, I know I haven't given you any reason to, but please trust me, I'm going to figure something out." Bobby kissed Candy's forehead.

"I do, Bobby, I trust you, and I love you." The words had come out so easily, and Candy did love her brother, but Bobby still felt like a stranger.

Sally got up and hugged Bobby. "You sure you have to drive back tonight?"

"Yeah, I have to," Bobby said. "Chloe has a ball game in the morning. I promised."

"Okay," Sally said. "Candy, help me get a room ready for the girls. Then we better get going."

"Right, sure, we should," Candy said, hoping her voice didn't give away her fear of going forward and regret about Bobby leaving.

Deana, Gloria, and Evan had been sound asleep when Deana's phone rang. Sally's name had been on the display, but it was their mother. The conversation lasted a few minutes, but Deana mostly nodded and occasionally said, "Okay, right, sure." When she hung up, all Deana told Evan was that their mother would be home soon, and Candy wouldn't be cool with the three of them sleeping naked together. Evan didn't like it, but Deana was right, so he regretfully watched them leave. Suddenly, the bed seemed too big, and that's when the discussion about the elephant in the room started. Although, like Deana's one-sided conversation, Evan's brain did all the talking, and like a slap in the face, he re-experienced the sensation of his balls snapping tight. The feeling had always sent panic through his entire body and told Evan to pull out. He had driven the full length of his bloated cock into Gloria and froze while it twitched and jerked, pumping cum deep inside his sister.

At the bottom of the stairs, Deana slapped Gloria's butt, grabbed her shoulders, and steered Gloria toward the bedroom. As they entered Deana's room, she wrapped her hands around Gloria's neck. "Tell me . . . was it better the second time?"

Gloria spun around and fell backward on Deana's bed. "It was amazing. I knew what to expect this time, so I wasn't afraid when he aimed that giant thing at my pussy. I couldn't wait for him to put it in again . . . especially after watching him fuck you. That was great. I like watching almost as much as fucking."

"That's because you're a little slut."

"Look who's talking, miss fucks on webcam while your girlfriend and little sister watch you."

Deana grabbed Gloria's ankles, flipped her over, and spanked her. "At least Rebecca already knew. You jerked Evan off and took a load on your tits while Jayda watched."

Gloria's face turned as red as her ass. "I didn't take a load. Evan just went off and blasted me. If it had been up to me I would have swallowed it."

Deana jumped on Gloria and they rolled around giggling.

"Hey, don't forget what we talked about. That was a one-time thing. No more Plan B. You don't want to get pregnant." Gloria stared at the ceiling. "You don't, right?" Deana asked.

"No, no, of course, but, um, no, no, I can't."

"Gloria, talk to me. What's going on in your head?"

"You didn't tell me how amazing it was. God, I came so hard. It was this hot, slippery, soothing feeling. It made everything feel okay."

"Yeah, I know, I get it, but baby girl, what's really going on? You don't think somehow it'll change things, fix anything."

Tears pooled in Gloria's eyes. "I know, it's stupid, I just wanna . . . wanna, I don't know. I don't want to be here when he comes back. I don't wanna be scared anymore. I hate him. I don't want to be here, not with him here."

Deana wrapped Gloria up in a full-body hug. "I know, and I feel the same, except now I'm more scared for you. I'd kill him if he hurts you again. I swear, I will, no matter what Mom or Sally say."

"That's the way I feel, Dee. If I'm already pregnant he can't do it, he can't put a fuckin' baby in me. I'd kill myself if he did."

"Baby, please don't think that way. He's not gonna do anything to you, so don't think that way."

"How do you know?"

"For one thing, we're not going to be here when he comes home."

Gloria sat up. "How? He'll be here tomorrow."

"And we won't be," Deana said as she sat up. "You gotta go pack some clothes. We're leaving when Mom and Aunt Sally gets here. But don't tell Evan."

"What, when, how do you know that?"

"Mom told me when she called. We're gonna stay with Sally for a while, but Mom's gonna tell Dad we went to volleyball and softball camp. She'll tell Evan tomorrow. He'd ask too many questions if we tell him now."

Gloria got off the bed. "Okay, good, that's good, I think."

"It is, now go get some stuff packed. She has a pool, so better bring a bathing suit."

"Or not," Gloria said.

"Oh yeah, suits are optional at Aunt Sally's." Deana grinned. "I'm not sure I could handle seeing you, Mom, and Sally skinny dipping."

Once Gloria was alone in her room, trying to decide what to pack, the initial relief and excitement over sneaking away in the night left her. She didn't want to feel like they had to runway, and she didn't want to leave Evan. Losing her virginity, letting Evan cum in her, secretly wanting to get pregnant, suddenly finding out they were running away, and leaving Mom and Evan behind with him, became overwhelming. Gloria's heart pounded, she was breathing too fast, and her vision blurred. She clung to the closet door to hold herself up.

"Honey, can I come in?"

Gloria knew Aunt Sally's voice, and it gave her the strength to turn and nod. Sally moved quickly across the room, extending her arms as she reached Gloria. "Relax and breathe slower, honey." Gloria soaked into her aunt's embrace and stopped trying not to cry. "Just breathe, Gloria, breathe."

Once Gloria was sitting on the bed, leaning on the woman beside her, the panic attack waned. "I'm not ready yet. I have to pack still."

"You should probably put something on, don't you think?"

Gloria realized she was naked, and for a second she thought about crossing her arms, then she started giggling. That turned into ridiculous laughter which she couldn't stop. Sally waited patiently, while staring with concern. "I'm sorry, I guess I got the giggles. I must be tired. That happens when I get too tired. I better--" Gloria jumped up. "Get dressed and packed. I should get ready, right, get ready?"

"Honey, stop, just relax and stop for a minute. Okay?" Sally took Gloria's hands in hers. Gloria nodded. "Good. We need to talk."

"Okay, sure, but shouldn't I be getting ready?" She tried to pull away.

"No, baby, we're gonna talk, and I need you to be honest. This is between you and me, nobody else."

"What about Mom?"

"You and me." Sally held Gloria's face between her hands. "I know about keeping secrets, baby."

"What do you wanna know?"

"You know, but you don't have to tell me that. I already know."

"Know what?" Gloria's cheeks flushed red. "How, no, you can't know."

"I know how someone makes sure you keep a secret. That's what I want you to tell me. What does he say to make sure you don't tell anyone?"

The soft, compassionate hands tightened on Gloria's face and the eyes that had freaked Gloria out because they were so much like her own changed. They were like Darlene's had been at the pool when Gloria was sure Darlene knew what John was doing. They mirrored Gloria's rage. She had wanted to tell Darlene everything, but what good would it have done? Darlene was just a kid, like her, and they were powerless. What about this woman; Could Aunt Sally do anything?

"It's bad, mean, horrible things, and there isn't anything you can do."

"I thought the same thing, honey," Sally said.

Gloria's face tingled where Sally's fingers had been after the woman's hands were gone. "The same thing?"

"That's right, I went through the same thing," Sally said. "I stayed quiet and let someone do things to me because I believed lies. What lies is he telling you?"

The room seemed to be spinning. This rich, powerful, gorgeous woman had let somebody do things to her. Gloria didn't believe it was possible, but she asked, "Him . . . was it him?"

Subconsciously, Gloria had thought it for a long time, but after Sally's nod, Gloria felt anger, sympathy, confusion, and hate. She wanted to scream, cry, smash things, run her head into the wall, and kill somebody. Gloria's body couldn't respond to all those commands, and her brain couldn't handle the onslaught of violently charged emotions. She trembled, knowing she had to sit before she fell. Sally pulled Gloria down beside her on the bed, holding Gloria close, but her voice was distant and the words incomprehensible.

Gloria loved her mother more than anybody. They had always been the only real family either had. They couldn't be separated; she couldn't let her mother get sent back to the trailer park, and Gloria wouldn't stay with John without her mother there. Gloria would kill herself if she had to stay with John alone and wait for him to, "Put a baby in you." That's why she had sucked his dick and swallowed John's cum, to protect Deana and her mother. Deana did the same, and suffered too. What had their mother done while they were eating her husband's cum to protect her and each other?

Gloria and Deana did everything possible to keep the secret, make sure their mother never found out what John did to them. They knew she would try and help them, and John would hurt her and make good on all of his promises. They'd both be knocked up living in a group home for pregnant teens. Nobody would believe they weren't the slutty whores John said they were. That's what Candy had been, a teenage girl who couldn't say no to dick. That's why Gloria existed, "Because your mother let guys fuck her and she was too stupid not to get pregnant." After that, John would tell Gloria how lucky she was that he took Candy in before the abortion.

Now, Gloria finds out their mother must have known. Sally would have told her what John did, so how could Candy not know? Gloria's brain was screaming, what if he did it to Mom, too? Does that mean John is my father? Gloria fell forward on her thighs and vomited on her feet.

Sally rubbed Gloria's back and said, "Just like your mother."

Gloria only heard the word mother. "How could she--" She heaved and retched. "How?"

"Your mother didn't know." Sally pulled Gloria up and held the sobbing girl. "She didn't."

"But, but, how, why. She had to, you knew."

"I didn't tell her."

"Why not?"

"Same reason she didn't tell anyone, and you didn't tell anybody," Sally said. "And your mom thought you were safe. She suffered through horrible things so you and Deana would be safe. Now that she thinks something might have happened, she hates herself."

"He's my father."

"No, baby, no," Sally said. "Why would you think that?"

"He tells me . . . tells me he's gonna put a baby in me so I can be like my slut mother?"

"And that's a lie," Sally said. "That's what he does, he lies. Anything he told you was to keep you quiet so he could keep--Baby, has he?"

Gloria shook her head. "No, but I know he's gonna. He keeps telling me, touching me there and telling me it's about time to put a dick in me."

"That's not going to happen, I swear I'll, well it's just never ever going to happen. Now, let's get you cleaned up and get out of here."

Gloria wanted to believe everything her aunt said, and trust her, but she didn't. "Okay, yeah, I'll do that."

Twice that day it had happened, and both times Evan couldn't make himself stop. The first time, Deana saved him, but the second time she stared into his soul, knowing what was about to happen. Gloria's legs and arms were wrapped around Evan, holding him tight, and it happened. Then it was like when you have been keeping a secret or lied about something. When you finally come clean a sense of relief washes over you even though there might be consequences. Once that first blast pushed through the tight clenching of Gloria's pussy and burst into her, it was heaven while he pumped, and pumped, and pumped every drop inside his sister's body. The pleasure of his climax shuddered through Evan, and the love he felt for Gloria exploded into something too powerful for words. That's why Evan had to stay buried inside Gloria as long as possible; he never wanted that perfect moment to end.

Evan closed his eyes and imagined the picture of Candy from the shoe box. She had been about the same age Gloria was now and looked exactly like her except for the huge belly and milk-swollen tits. As a young boy, Evan had probably laid his head on them. Her baby bottle-sized nipples would have been bulging under Candy's shirt. Maybe his babysitter let him suck on them? Did that explain why Evan wanted to cum inside Gloria?

There wasn't any explanation that made logical sense, yet some part of Evan must have understood. If not, he would have gone into a full-on panic worse than when Rebecca's pussy received a full load of cum.

Maybe it was because Evan had finished in Candy so many times? Like in his dreams, had Evan's mind switched Candy for Gloria? Or had there been a deeper, more troublesome subconscious motivation? Evan imagined Gloria carrying his baby. They would share that eternal bond. Then, finally, one of the girls he was in love with could openly love him back. Nobody could say they couldn't be together. But that would only work if they did what Gloria had suggested, move away to a place nobody knew she was his step-sister. They'd be a family, and Candy, Deana, and Sally would be part of it. Was that it, did Evan want the family his subconscious knew he didn't have now?

What if I got both of them pregnant, Evan wondered? Candy's baby would be Gloria's half-sister, and Candy would be Gloria's baby's grandmother. He'd be a father-brother. The two kids would grow up together, but what would they be to each other? The thoughts confused the fuck out of Evan, so he started imagining what it would be like to fuck Candy and Gloria together. The fact that it excited him so much was disturbing, so Evan flipped over and buried his face in the pillow.

At Sally's, Deana and Gloria stood on opposite sides of the king-size bed and exchanged smirks. They stripped naked, climbed on, and met at the center. "It's the biggest bed I've ever seen," Gloria said.

Deana wiggled into the mattress. "It's like laying on a cloud, and the canopy, wow."

Simultaneously they said, "I never want to leave."

"Mom and Evan could fit in here with us," Gloria said.

"Please don't say things like that," Deana said. "I'll never get any sleep thinking about that."

"Mmm." Gloria sat up, leaning back against the padded headboard. "Dee, I got to tell you something."

"Sounds serious." Deana turned around and sat Indian style, facing Gloria. "What is it?"

"Promise not to be mad."

Deana put her hand on one of the knees Gloria had pulled up close to her chin. "You're too cute to be mad at."

"I'd probably be mad at you, maybe, but Sally promised she wouldn't tell."

"It's okay, baby, I'm not mad." Somehow, Deana knew what Gloria was talking about. "I think Sally already knew."

Gloria's chin wrinkled and her eyes glistened. "She did . . . She did." A tear rolled down each of Gloria's cheeks. "It's bad, worse, I think Mom knows. No, she has to know, but Sally said she didn't, not for long, but what could she have done anyway, right?"

Deana took a deep breath against the hopeless and helpless feelings that came every time she considered telling someone, asking for help. Of course Candy should do something to protect them, that was part of her job as a mother. Rage always followed those thoughts. Most of it hadn't been directed at Candy in the past. Recently, none of it was, but that didn't matter one way or the other. Considering how many girls her father had raped without being punished, how could she expect Candy to make him stop? Sandra probably had, and now she was gone. Deana didn't want to lose Candy, too. "Baby, try not to be mad at Mom."

Gloria's expression showed the hurt that betrayal inflicts, so Deana added, "I said try. It's hard, but try."

"I know," Gloria sniffed, "I will, but it's hard."

"Of course it is, especially for you. She gave birth to you, but there are things that you don't know. Reasons Mom couldn't have done anything even if she did know."

Gloria lifted her chin off her kneecap, wiped her face, and said, "Reasons?"

Deana considered the overwhelming amount of information she had absorbed in the past few weeks. Cindy was her sister, their father had raped Sandra and made her give up her daughter. Darlene was her step-cousin and Gloria's half-sister, and she had been forced into the foster care system because of John. Sally had been run off without her baby, and worst of all, he had killed Sandra because she wanted her daughter back. Deana's brain started spinning. There was so much more and some of it wasn't hers to tell. So Deana said, "You remember when Evan had a black eye?" Gloria nodded. "You were right, it was a fight, not a rake." Deana stopped, struggling with the word dad. "He did that, Evan lied, he did that to Evan."

"Evan told you?"

"He didn't have to. I saw it in his eyes, he was terrified, but it was because of Mom. Evan was protecting her, trying to help Mom, and he punched Evan."

Gloria stopped nodding and asked, "Twin thing?"

"Yeah, but my point is, John is dangerous, more than you can imagine. That's why I try so hard to make sure Evan doesn't find out. He'd do something, and you saw what happened when he tried to help Mom."

Gloria seemed to be processing a lot more than Deana told her. "We're safe now, and I'm tired," Deana said. "Let's go to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow."

"I got a better idea," Gloria said. "Aunt Sally is probably in bed, so let's go for a swim first."

The two naked girls crept downstairs. "I wish Evan and Mom were here."

Deana had been thinking the same thing since they arrived at Aunt Sally's house. The covert nature of leaving in the night for a secret destination had been exciting, and knowing she wouldn't have to mask the disappointment about the plane not getting lost at sea, fake interest in John's trip, or do the impossible, stop fucking Evan and pretend she wasn't terrified every night about what might be happening to Gloria, was a relief to Deana. They could pretend their new way of living was permanent for another week, but Deana couldn't stop thinking about Candy and Evan. They had to face John, and hide the passion, lust, and love that always burned in their eyes once they were in the same room. Their father wasn't stupid, and Candy knew too much now. Unless she was an academy award-winning actress, Candy wouldn't be able to hide her feelings. Not for long, and then what?

Words from a Moody Blues song best described Evan's waking moments that morning, "Breathe deep the gathering gloom." Like kids on summer break, at the beginning the end seemed so far away, their fun would be eternal, until suddenly tomorrow was the first day of school. For Evan, yesterday's tomorrow was right now. It was time to stop telling himself they could go back to the way it used to be. Everything would be normal again. In reality, nothing would ever be the same after today.

The day Evan first kissed Deana in the car had set life altering events in motion. He could look back and see the road map from that kiss to making out with Deana while Rebecca watched, to feeling up his sister's butts while judging their asses, to a blow job, and onward to a full blown fuck-a-thon. Somewhere out in the future, Evan would have hindsight to see what life altering events today would spawn. That's why his day had started with disappointment and dread.

Those feelings had been hours ago, though. Since then, Evan had changed his tune. Deana had been right when she told him they were only young once, and they should enjoy the time they had left without thinking about their father's return. If his sisters hadn't run out on him, Evan would have eaten handfuls of supplements and had a threesome before meeting Candy in the kitchen. Instead, he had to settle for watching Sally and Style. Not that it was really settling. Transgender porn had become his go-to jerk material. If found out, Evan would say it was because it was his aunt and boss. Inside, he knew there was something about a chick fucking another girl with a real cock that got him excited. And if the girls were kind of hot like Ms. Style, with nice tits, Evan's heterosexual ego could justify imagining things that he'd never admit. Except maybe to Jason.

Evan looked at the clock again and sat on the side of his bed, staring at the door. Earlier, he wished Deana and Gloria had been home, but now that the time was approaching, Evan was grateful they weren't. Not that his sisters being there or even watching would stop him, but Candy wouldn't go through with it if there was any chance of getting caught. He had never wanted to fuck his mother so badly.

It would be his last time with Candy. That's what Evan agreed to and accepted in his conscious mind, but how would that work out? Sure, Evan thought, just flip a switch and Candy will only be Mom again, my father's wife, not my lover. He'd never notice her giant tits and big round ass or think about handling them, sucking those hard nipples, licking her fat pussy, stuffing his raging hard-on in, or shooting loads of cum inside her baby compartment. Yes, that seemed impossible, but the alternative would be . . . Evan didn't want to think about that.

It was almost time to go find Candy in the kitchen. Evan had avoided her all morning. Not because he expected Candy would change her mind, but Evan wanted it to be spontaneous. At the time they agreed, he'd walk into the kitchen and fuck his mother before she had a chance to think about it.

In the living room, Evan stopped short. His whole body tingled with anticipation. He didn't know what excited him more, doing Candy while thinking about fucking Gloria, cumming inside his little sister while thinking about fucking their mother, or fucking his father's wife after the man had landed. Only one of those scared Evan, but not nearly enough to stop him from pounding his mother's pussy.

A few minutes earlier, he had considered walking into the kitchen wearing nothing except a boner, but it felt wrong, too presumptuous, so he wore boxers. That had lasted until Evan came down the stairs and realized his dick was so hard and obvious that he might as well have gone naked. Finally, this time, with his raging erection standing under an oversized T-shirt, Evan was ready.

As far as Evan knew, his mother didn't have any erotic lingerie or sexy slut clothes, but in his mind, Evan had imagined her in so many hot outfits. His favorite was a normal mom skirt with crotchless panties. That would allow them to fuck, and fuck, and keep fucking anytime the urge struck without undressing Candy.

Evan turned the corner, and Candy was wearing something his imagination hadn't come up with. There weren't words to express how it made him feel, except to say he could cum just looking at her.

Candy was standing by the table, staring over it at the bay window. Her ponytail poked out through the back of a softball hat. His mother was wearing denim overalls. The pale swells of breast pressed out at her sides made Evan flex his fingers. That smooth flesh had rubbed his upper arms the night he stood behind Candy, reached around, and joined hands with her to wash a potato. He had trembled, gotten hard, and dared to press his groin against Candy's butt. Then, filled with fear and shame, Evan had run away.

Not this time, Evan thought. The overalls were cutoffs that seemed form-fitted to Candy's ass. The ends were rolled up, doing the same thing for her cheeks that a tight, tied-off T-shirt does for a woman's tits. Fuck me, Evan thought, Mom is the queen of the badonkadonk.

Evan approached slowly while he tried to understand why that hat and ponytail and thoss ass hugging cut-offs could be the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Candy turned to face him, and Evan stopped. Two crescents of areola ellipsed the edges of the blue material, along with an abundance of his mother's glorious tits. From now on, that's how Evan would see his mother's chest at dinner.

Candy raised her hands to the buttons, smiled, and tossed the straps back over her shoulders. The front flap dropped and hung from Candy's waist. As her arms came down they hit her boobs. They jiggled and Evan gulped as he reached for them. His mother's stiffening nipples poked into Evan's palms. He rolled the hard buds, squeezing harder and harder until Candy moaned. She pulled Evan into her arms and kissed him with the kind of passion he had only shared with Deana. He grabbed Candy's ass, but Evan held it the way he always held Gloria's, and lifted his mother onto the table.

The hell with foreplay, Evan thought, I gotta get inside her right now. Candy stopped him from opening her overalls and placed a finger on Evan's lips when he tried to protest. "Shhh." She lifted the front of Evan's shirt and wrapped both hands around his dick, sliding them up and down. "Mm, nice."

His mother opened her legs and placed Evan's hand on her crotch. The warm, slick flesh startled him at first. Candy wasn't wearing crotchless panties or any at all, but her overalls were split along the inseam. The excessive moisture between his mother's pussy lips made Evan think she had been as excited about this rendezvous as he had. "I think you ripped your pants." Two of his fingers slid right inside Candy.

"No, I made them," Candy said. "I did that in case I need a quickie."

Before Evan could respond, his mother forced his cock down and guided it to her pussy. He pulled Candy closer to the edge and thrust forward. "Ah, fuck, I'll never get over how good it feels to be inside you."

"Mm, me neither." Candy wrapped her legs around Evan's waist and her arms around his neck. "Fuck me baby, fuck me good and hard."

Evan picked his mother up by her ass and helped her slam down against his upward thrusts. In case she needs a quickie, Evan thought, that doesn't sound like this would be their last time. Without permission, his brain started thinking of all the places they could get away with a quickie. How fuckin' incredible would it be to do his mother in the car at the ballpark? What if Cindy joined them? Would fucking his cousin be as much like doing Deana as Evan imagined it would?

Candy slowed herself. "Don't cum yet, please."

"What if I can cum and keep going?"

"And cum again?"

"And again, and again," Evan said.

"Then keep fucking me until you run out."

The only time Candy had ever been so demanding and naughty was the night she made Evan fuck her in the ass. It had upset him until Deana helped him understand their mother. Cindy had also told Evan a few things that made him sure giving Candy exactly what she wanted was the best thing to do.

Evan laid Candy down on the table, lifted her legs, and watched the crotch of her overalls split as her legs opened wide. His mother's bald pussy made Evan's mouth water, but instead of plunging his face into it, he rammed his cock in. Candy's tits shook. She collected them at the center of her chest and started twisting her nipples. Candy slurred, "Ah, ah, you fuck me so good. Ooh, son, I feel it . . . feel it growing."

Not sure he understood Candy, Evan said, "Mmm, mm, oh, yeah." His balls buzzed the two-second alarm--Abort, abort, then a sense of relief warmed Evan's whole body. He slowed and waited for his balls to send a load into his mother.

"Yes, oh yes, that's it, son, give it to me, fill mommy with your cum."

It was a powerful orgasm anyway, but Candy using mommy and cum in the same sentence made Evan grab his mother's neck and pull her down against his groin. Candy's heels slammed into his ass. He quivered and jerked with his groin smashed against Candy's crotch. Every single one of his baby makers was trapped inside his mother's body.

"That's it, give it to me, squirt it . . . squirt it all in mommy's pussy. I love having your cum in me."

Amazed and baffled by Candy's choice of words, Evan realized his hand was on his mother's belly. He imagined it big and round. Was it the past or the future Evan was thinking about?

Candy's eyes went to the clock several times while she worked muscles inside her pussy that Evan didn't know existed. His mother was trying to keep him hard, and after hearing her say, "Give it to me, squirt it all in mommy's pussy. I love having your cum in me," his dick agreed. "If you were serious before, then--"

"Oh, I was serious," Candy said as she sat up. Evan's wet log of flesh plopped down on the wooden surface. "Mm, yummy."

Candy got Evan's cock in her hand, milking it as she backed him up and slid to her feet. He waited to see what she had in mind. Candy smirked and went to her knees in front of Evan. His mother was going to suck a dick coated with his cum and her own pussy juice. How fuckin' outrageously porn movie was that?

The gasping moan wasn't Evan acting. His mother's powerful suction caught him off guard. She had pulled the sensitive knob into her mouth and started twisting and turning her head. He quivered and fed his mother more dick. Candy took it deep, then sucked hard with tightly sealed lips as she backed off, drawing blood up as she went. Evan felt teeth scraping the flared ridge of his head followed by a loud pop. The crimson knob lurched up and down in front of Candy's grinning mouth. She squeezed the shaft, glanced thoughtfully at the clock, and plunged Evan's cock down her throat. "Uh, fuck, holy fuck." Shit, she's balls deep, Evan thought as his hands went to his mother's head. He had an insane urge to forcefully face fuck her and shoot a load into her throat.

Candy gasped and gagged, but didn't back off. Her throat went crazy, squeezing and gulping. Evan tightened his groin and arched back. An orgasm wasn't far from blasting into her stomach.

Candy jerked her head back, sucked air, and slurped Evan's cock into her mouth again. Her hand cupped his balls and started rolling and tugging them. He moaned and gently rocked, pushing into her face. Candy used her arms to push herself away and looked up at Evan. Streamers of throat juice ran from her lips to his cock. She was panting with tears running down her cheeks. "Wow, as much as I wanted to feel you blow a load down my throat, your cock started doing that super-size thing it does when you're getting close. Sorry, I had to stop before it killed me."

Evan helped Candy up. She wiped her face on her arm and said, "I can cross deep throating off my bucket list, but face fucking until you squirt isn't gonna happen."

His mother had just said deep throating and face fucking, so Evan said, "I could always pull out and shoot it all over from face." It was a joke, but Candy seemed to be thinking about it.

"Mm, as much fun as that sounds," Candy faced the table and leaned forward, "I wanna get fucked from behind."

Okay, Evan thought, just play along. He reached for Candy's hips and made quick work of the buttons on each side. She straightened and twisted. "What are you doing?"

"I'm undressing you, Mommy." He used his hands to get the overalls halfway down her thighs.

"But--"

"Nobody's home." Evan stepped on the material between her legs and forced it to the floor. "I wanna see you naked."

With a troubled expression, Candy looked at the clock and reluctantly stepped out of her clothes. That's when Evan thought he understood the full extent of Candy's plan. It should have terrified him, yet Evan's excitement made his boner lurch. His mother touched it, smiled, and resumed her submissive position, bent over the kitchen table, staring out at the driveway. "Hurry up, son, get that beautiful cock in me. Mommy needs more cum."

Maybe Candy had gotten into his browser history and watched those Family Therapy porn movies he liked? Evan decided to give Candy exactly what she wanted. "Okay Mommy." He dipped down and entered Candy with an upward thrust. The sudden plunge into his mother's pussy was as amazing as the first time despite its already fucked and filled with cum state. Could it be that the taboo associated with fucking a mother or sister made it always feel better than any other sex Evan could have?

Those kinds of deep thoughts didn't concern Evan at the moment because he was trying to get his mother in a better pussy pounding position. With his foot, Evan slid a chair closer and turned it sideways to the table. He did the same with the chair on the other side. "Put your knees up, kneel."

Candy did as she was told and elbow walked forward on the table. Evan let the sight soak in for a few seconds. Candy's tits were just as amazing when they hung down. Her nipples were engorged, grazing the table when her breasts swung. Again, Evan remembered the night his mother got on all fours and told him to fuck her ass.

His mother gasped with surprise when Evan's wet tongue moved across her anus. "Evan!"

"Sorry, Mom, I couldn't resist. Your ass is . . . um, it's incredible." He licked harder and poked the tip against the unyielding sphincter. How was it possible that an asshole could taste so good, Evan wondered?

"Mm, shit, we don't have much time."

Evan rammed his tongue a few more times before finishing his mother's thought, "Before Dad gets here." Saying what he had started to suspect made Evan that much more determined to take Candy's asshole and fill it with his seed. Fuck you, Dad, I came in both holes. The thought surprised and enthralled Evan.

"Yeee, ah, yes." Candy was pushing back against the anal tongue fucking. "Okay, son. you can fuck mommy's ass as long as you cum in me before daddy gets home."

In the Filthy Family and Mommy's a Slut movies, Evan could fuck his mother at the kitchen sink while his father sat at the table, oblivious to what was happening. In the real world where Evan lived, China had been too close for comfort. Now, Candy was telling him to hurry up and cum in her ass before his father got home. How the fuck was he supposed to go back to calling her Mom and listening to her as if Candy wasn't just like him?

Evan pushed two fingers into Candy's pussy and most of his tongue up her ass. There was no possible way Evan would ever be able to look at his father without thinking, you better not be touching her.

"Mmm, mmm, ah, yeah, yeah." Candy's fingers joined his and flicked over her clit. "Son, go on, fuck mommy's ass now."

"Yes, Mommy." He pushed Candy's cheeks apart and made several sloppy-wet circles around her asshole before standing up. Her anus vanished under the press of Evan's purple knob. The puckered pink flesh stretched until it was tight and smooth. "Ready?"

"Yes, I want your huge cock in my ass."

Slowly easing into her was what Evan had planned, yet his hips jerked and punched his bulbous head through her anal ring. Candy whimpered. It was just like last time, Evan was overwhelmed by the sight of his thick cock stretching his mother's asshole. Although, this time Evan wasn't afraid. He reached under Candy, grabbed her tits, and used them to make his mother back up onto his dick. The deeper it went, the hotter it got. Candy sphincter clamped down on the thickening shaft. Evan paused as his head reached a new resistance. It was like that place deep in her throat. He grunted and thrust the rest of his dick into Candy.

"Oooh, fuck, son, you have such a big dick."

Evan asked, "Should I stop, Mommy?" but he was still pumping his hips.

"You stop before I get a big load of cum, I'll whip your butt."

Candy had a hand between her legs, fingering herself while Evan watched the full length of his dick slide in and out of his mother. The stretched flesh clung to his shaft as he drew back. I'm fucking Mom in the ass, Evan thought, while we're waiting for Dad to pull into the driveway. Why wasn't he trembling with fear?

"Uh, uh, god, you fuck me so good," Candy said. "I'm gonna come, again, soon."

"Mmm, I'm getting closer," Evan said as he thrust with more purpose.

"Hurry, your father should be here any minute."

His mother wasn't role-playing. She had known what time his father was supposed to arrive and planned it so they would be fucking when he showed up. "I don't want him to ever touch you again."

"I know, baby, I know."

They both stiffened and froze the second the car's front bumper came into view, then Evan started fucking Candy's ass hard and fast. She grunted and shoved back. The whole town car had come into view and stopped behind Candy's SUV. "Mommy, Daddy's in the driveway."

"And your cock is in my ass," Candy said. "You better cum before he gets here."

This isn't a dream or a porn movie, Evan thought, stop and run. "Oh, oh, Mommy, it feels so good. Uh, uh, it's coming, I feel it coming."

"Do it, Son, empty those balls in Mommy's ass."

They had both lost their fuckin' minds. His father was tipping the driver. Evan's balls were tight. The suitcases were in his father's hands and cum rushed through Evan's cock. Thank God, his father paused. The driver was talking to him. The slippery mess of cum in Candy's ass made it feel even better, but Evan forced himself to pull out while his orgasm was still oozing from his dick.

Candy tried to stand, but her legs weren't ready. Evan caught her and held the naked woman close. God damn it, Evan thought, why did he have to come home? He wanted to cry and throw himself on the floor, kicking and screaming. "Go, Mom, go, hurry." Evan scooped up his mother's clothes. "Here."

"No, take them with you."

Evan knew why and it made him angry. "Mom, I love you."

"I know," Candy said. "Stay upstairs until I call you. I need time to tell your father how good you were and how you took care of me like the man of the house."

Evan was at the door in the hallway, about to go up to his room when he heard the back door close. He pictured Candy rushing to dress in something that was acceptable to his father. What would happen if he happened to catch Candy wearing overalls?