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Potential

bistander

Chapter 42

It's okay, baby, I got you

Tuesday morning, as he had been doing since the meeting with Sultan, Bobby ran through different scenarios, doing if-then-else logic like a computer programmer, then he would second-guess his decision. If he knew the who, how, when, and where Bobby thought he might have felt better about letting someone else handle his problem, but probably not. He wanted it to be personal, use his bare hands while looking into John's eyes, and telling him why it was happening. No, Bobby thought, death is too easy, John should suffer for a long time. But, Bobby had a family to consider, and there could be repercussions for Candy and Sally if their brother was accused of killing John. If Bobby were to be convicted and taken away from his family again, even in death, John would have won.

Bobby scanned the yard, street, and driveway as he left the house, paused halfway down the walkway and turned in a circle, then continued to his car. He didn't like to think someone could suddenly be there without him knowing they were coming. It felt too much like Afghanistan.

If one of the guys from his unit turned up, Bobby didn't know how he would respond. He had been their leader on the ground, and in the action with them, but each and every one of them were equally responsible for the lives of the others. Every single day might be the day someone died. That made them more than a team. It seemed like they were one life force, if someone died, it killed a part of everyone. Bobby had spent the last several years trying to resurrect those dead pieces of his soul.

Bobby slammed the car door, thinking it better not be one of my guys.

Darlene nodded while Gloria spoke, but she didn't agree. "I know, I know, it's wrong, but what do we really know about her? You've only known her like two minutes longer than me."

"I know," Gloria said, "it's weird, but it's like I've always known her, and I love her, and I don't wanna go snooping."

"She's your aunt, looks like your mother, and your mother says they're sisters, so you would feel that way."

"She looks more like you," Gloria said. "Didn't you feel something? I did when I looked into her eyes the first time. Like it was with you, somehow I knew you were family. Don't you feel something, or don't you think she's your mother? Why would she lie about that?"

Darlene knew everything Gloria was saying was true, and she had felt it. Sally was her mother, but what did that mean? "I just wanna see. You coming or not?"

"Only because you want me to."

They went down the hall to Sally's room. Darlene told Gloria to stand close to the door and listen while she looked around. For what? Darlene didn't know, but she went to the dresser first.

"What are we gonna say if we get caught?" Gloria asked.

"If you listen and tell me before she gets upstairs we won't have to worry about that." Darlene lifted a floral spaghetti strap cami top out of the drawer and held it against her body. "This would look good on you."

"Are we here to look at her underwear?"

"No, but she does have some incredibly sexy stuff."

"Right," Gloria said, "and I'm sure she'd let us try it on if we asked. Oh, and it wouldn't fit. Hurry up."

"Relax." Darlene put the shirt back and checked each drawer, finding nothing except clothing. There has to be something that will tell me more about Sally, Darlene thought.

"What's that?" Gloria asked when Darlene came out of the closet, staring into the box she was carrying.

Darlene sat on the end of the bed without answering. Gloria hurried over and sat beside Darlene. Then they both stared into the box. Finally, Gloria said, "That must be you," and pointed at the giant belly of the redheaded girl. "That's my mom next to Sally, and . . . and-God, they're kids, just kids."

"Yeah, she is . . . so young." Darlene turned her head and used her shoulder to stop a tear before it left her eye. There hadn't been any doubt in her mind before, but seeing the picture seared the truth into Darlene's hard exterior, melting more of the icy contempt she had been holding onto. "She's my mother."

Gloria was anxious to see what else was in the box, but Darlene kept staring at the picture. "You look exactly like Candy did back then."

"The boy, that must be their brother," Gloria said. "He's cute."

Darlene ran her fingertip over Bobby's image, trying to imagine what their father looked like now. "Your mom ever say where her brother lives now?"

Gloria shook her head. "Never really even mentioned him. Until Sally showed up it was like she didn't have any family."

"Yeah, I know the feeling."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Darlene said and set the box between them.

"Look at this." Gloria held up a piece of paper. "It's from school. It's a report card. Yours! Wow, you're smart. A+"

Darlene snatched the paper out of Gloria's hand. "Why would." She stopped and started digging into the box. "There's more, and school photos, and-"

"What are you doing?"

Gloria and Darlene both jerked, but only Gloria dropped what was in her hand. "I, um, I'm sorry, I-" Darlene elbowed Gloria's side.

"How do you have all these things?" Darlene asked. "Report cards, progress reports, school pictures, and-"

"Gloria, honey, give us a few minutes," Sally said.

Instead of taking the spot Gloria hurried away from, Sally got the chair from the vanity and sat facing Darlene. "I guess it doesn't seem like I had a right to, but I wanted to, had to know about you."

Darlene's insides felt like a tuning fork that had been struck with a hammer. Two polar opposite emotions, hate and love, ricocheting off of each other. Sally didn't have a right to know what she looked like in school photos or that she was mostly a straight-A student. Not without knowing that one of her foster brothers used her as his personal fuck doll, or that she had to change schools and make new friends three times before 6th grade, or that she had been arrested for shoplifting because she wanted to have something to wear that wasn't from a thrift store or a hand-me-down. But, Sally cared enough to get a box full of stuff about her. "Why?"

Darlene almost smiled when Sally said, "Because I love you."

Maybe one day Darlene would be able to say those words, but today she said, "You should have done something."

"What?" Sally asked. "Knock on your door and say, hi, I'm your mother. Sorry I let you suffer for the last thirteen years, but I'm here now to make it all better."

"But these are from first, second," Darlene flipped through a few more school photos, third, fourth, they're all here. You've known-"

"No! No, I didn't. It took me years to find you. John made it so only you, after you turned eighteen could try and find me. Once I knew where you were I couldn't contact you even if I thought you'd want to know me."

While Darlene thought about what Sally said her body seemed to stop vibrating and her breathing slowed. "So what did you do, pay somebody off to get all of this?"

"Pretty much," Sally said.

"If you had knocked on my door years ago, I would have liked that."

Sally smiled uneasily. "Honey, there's more."

"So you know about the bad stuff?"

"Well, yeah, but that's not what I mean," Sally said. "I hope you'll understand that anything I did, it was because I love you. I wanted to do more, but with John and the potential legal consequences, and thinking you would hate me anyway, there was only so much I could do."

Darlene sensed that she wasn't going to like it, but she asked anyway. "So what was it that you did?"

"Please don't react until you hear me out. Okay, can you do that?" Darlene nodded. "She loves you so much, and she'll hate me if you get mad at her."

The dire expression on Sally's face scared Darlene. "She? You're talking about Style?"

"I swear everything she does for you is because she loves you and wants to . . . wants you in her life, but we're friends. We've been friends for a long time."

"I figured that."

Sally's face showed obvious relief that Darlene wasn't blowing up, but also confusion. "How did you . . . figure that?"

"I've wondered about Style and why she's helped me so much, but I couldn't have guessed anything like this. Still, there were things that she said that didn't make sense until you were here. Then once I saw your movies, the two of you together, things started clicking into place."

"Ah, fuck, you watched." Sally shook her head. "Congratulations, your mother does porn."

"Yeah, she does," Darlene said, "and it's some damn good porn . . . from what I've been able to see."

"Did you show Gloria or?" Sally raised her brows.

Darlene laughed. "Don't worry your secret is safe with me, but it wouldn't surprise me if Evan doesn't find out on his own. If he hasn't already."

"That's all I need."

"Hey, maybe you can do a movie with him. He's pretty good from what I've heard . . . and seen."

Sally's smirk suggested she'd already heard or seen for herself, but she didn't say anything.

Bobby sat on the park bench and placed the two hot dogs he'd purchased from the nearby food cart next to him. He was following the instructions that had been on his desk chair, "To the letter." The time, the place, what to bring, buy two hot dogs, one loaded, and sit on the third set of benches north of the vendor, facing the lawn, not the path. The specifications didn't surprise Bobby, but the note had. It shouldn't have, considering the training he'd received and the things he'd done overseas, but not only was the office complex locked, so was his office. It seemed unnecessarily risky, but-

"Keep looking straight ahead, don't turn around, and pass me the loaded one."

Again, Bobby had been surprised, but not startled. He held up one of the dogs, replaying the voice. It wasn't familiar, nor was it natural. They were trying to disguise their voice. Was it a man or a woman? Bobby wasn't sure.

"Eat your lunch."

Bobby hadn't planned on it, but it made sense. Who sits next to a hot dog at lunch without eating? Nobody, so he took a bite. Mm, he thought, it was pretty good.

Time passed while Bobby ate and watched kids throw a frisbee. "You got the intell?"

"Everything is in this envelope. Pictures, addresses, schedule, make, model, color, plate number."

"Leave it on the bench and walk straight ahead across the lawn."

Bobby wanted to know more, say more, and see who it was, but he knew better, so all he said was, "He hurt my girls. Make sure he knows."

"It will be painful."

"Thank you."

Bobby walked as far as he imagined it would take, then turned back to see what he expected; nobody was there. It was disturbing that people who had fought for their country were now killers for hire, but it also gave Bobby confidence that it would get done, nobody in his family would be hurt, and John would die knowing why.

Before John returned, Evan had imagined what it would be like to act normal in the same room as Candy and his father. He pictured things being uncomfortable the way they were when his father was being a dick about the race track or him spending too much time with Cindy. Or, the way Evan felt when Gloria's eyes swelled with tears because their father put her down at dinner for not playing ball to his standards. Evan had pictured the expression on Deana's face when John rebuked her for how she dressed, and the time he called her a slut for secretly wearing makeup. Evan thought about the painful, silent ride in the car when his father drove him to Mr. Slater's house, so Evan could apologize about the ball that went through his garage window. It had been an accident, and all the other boys took off, too, but it was Evan who had to pay for the repair. He hadn't even been the one who hit the ball, but that didn't matter.

Evan thought about all those things and worse, thinking it had prepared him, and as long as he followed his rules, and gave it a couple of days, it would get easier. Not that things would ever go back to the way they had been before his life turned into an 80's porn movie, but Evan thought he could handle it. How wrong he had been.

It was Wednesday afternoon, three days since John returned, and Evan realized nothing could have prepared him for this new life. It wasn't like having an elephant in the room that nobody wanted to talk about. There were gigantic, steaming piles of elephant shit strategically laid out like landmines. Evan imagined only he and Candy knew about them, and they had to pretend there wasn't an insufferable stench. The first person to acknowledge it didn't have to clean up; they had to eat all of the piles and lick the floor clean. That's how Evan felt, and unlike all the things he had imagined as preparation, Deana wasn't there. They couldn't sneak off to the basement and console each other. Evan wasn't tumbling down fuck-mountain anymore; he was in hell.

Every time Evan looked at his mother with John in the room and he didn't see the young, happy, sexy, smiling Candy, Evan thought about getting punched, and the handprints on his mother's throat. That would cause things to turn over in Evan's mind like a brain tiller was unearthing old thoughts and mixing them with fresh perspectives, emotions, and desires. Then, Evan started wondering if the supplements might be twisting up his mind.

When his father wasn't there, Evan needed to hold his mother, love her, and make her feel safe, but he couldn't do that. It was too dangerous because Candy, the sexy babysitter version was still in there. It didn't matter how unflattering or loose her clothes were, Evan knew the beautiful, curvy woman was under them, and he wanted to make her feel like the goddess she was, he needed to touch Candy in ways that would break the rules. His mother was as weak and vulnerable as Evan. Nothing good-No, nothing that wasn't potentially life-threatening could come from it. That's why they had been avoiding each other.

Evan needed to get out of the house, and maybe skip dinner tonight, but Jason was busy. He said he had something to do for his mother, but Evan suspected it was more likely that Jason was stuffing the mule in Becky. God, what I wouldn't give to watch that again, Evan thought. What if Becky pulls some shit Saturday night after the races like last time? This time, Evan thought, I'll fuck her while Jason's in the shower and see what happens if we get caught.

It wasn't smart fantasizing about things like that now that jerking off, even if he had Gloria's panties, wouldn't satisfy Evan. How could it? The last time he'd had sex, Evan's cock was up his mother's ass while they watched his father get out of the car. After three days without sex, it was as if Evan had been a huge fat man who ate all the time, and now there wasn't even a crumb to be had. He was starving.

Maybe if he jerked off at the ballpark behind the dirt pile it would add enough risk to satisfy him? Brilliant, Evan thought, and maybe I'll run into one of the softball sisters. Then there could be another time bomb waiting to explode his relationship with Gloria. Relationship? Evan laughed like a madman. From the beginning, Evan knew he couldn't have a relationship with any of his lovers. It had been easier to swallow that load while he was fucking one of them every day.

Evan's brain started the replay reel, jumping from one lover to another, comparing them, trying to find the one time that was the most amazing. It didn't work. Every time he had fucked his twin, or Gloria, or their mother, it had been the most incredible thing Evan had ever done. They were all wonderful, beautiful, and sexy in different ways. If he could have a relationship with one of them, and he had to choose, Evan wouldn't be able to do it. Lucky for him, he lived in the real world where neither a sister nor a mother could be his girlfriend.

In the real world, Evan knew Deana would always be a huge part of his life. They would end up fucking again; there was no way around that, but they wouldn't be lovers.

Candy was madly in love with Cindy, and she would never stop seeing him as her son, at least in some ways. We'll probably never have sex again, Evan thought, and that sucks. Candy's mini-me, Gloria, Evan's youngest lover, had been trying to get him to fuck her for a long time. Now that it had happened twice, Evan imagined his little sister would be an insatiable sexpot. She'd want to do it anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the risk. Considering what they had done at Sonic, that was going to be a problem. Evan needed help. Maybe if he told their mother about Gloria, Candy could talk to her. Mom, me and Gloria, we-No, Evan thought, that conversation wasn't ever going to happen.

Deana, on the other hand, understood the danger and wouldn't take chances, and Deana had enough self-control to make up for Evan's shortage. So did their mother, and as long as the Mom version of Candy showed up they would be safe.

Evan looked around the room until he saw a pair of sweatpants that he thought would pass as clean enough. Fuck boxers, Evan thought, that'll make it easier to beat off someplace inappropriate. Maybe Deana's teammate will be at the creek, naked with somebody fucking her again.

What Evan saw when he entered the kitchen stopped his body, but his brain raced back in time. Candy had been sitting on the counter just like she was now. It had turned into their second time, followed by a shower and their third time.

Evan approached quietly while his mother stared down at her legs. Her thighs were pressed out on the countertop. Boiling blood roared in Evan's ears. A woman wearing nothing but a man's dress shirt unbuttoned down to her nipples, wasn't the Mom version of Candy. This is all on me, Evan thought, I have to be the one with self-control. The one who keeps us from doing something dangerous. He put his hands on top of her legs. Her head rose slowly until they were looking into each other's eyes. Her knees parted. The flaps of the shirt followed Candy's thighs. Evan stared at the perfect triangle of strawberry hair and labia bulging from under Candy's pubic bone.

Fuck self-control, cause-and-effect, and consequences, Evan thought. We both want this, need it. The edge of the counter pressed into the base of his erection, pushing the head into the rim of the pants. His cock bowed.

Barely above a whisper, Candy said, "Evan."

Like it had been before they finally did it, Evan expected to be rejected, and he felt like a spoiled child at the grocery store, ready to throw himself on the floor, feet kicking while he screamed for candy. "What?" He heard the desperation in his voice.

"You can't rip the buttons off your father's shirt this time."

For a second Candy's words stunned Evan, then his hands slid up her thighs, around her hips, and down to the meat of her ass that was squeezing out from under her. Candy undid three buttons and the shirt fell open. Evan could hear himself breathing as his hands moved to the glorious melons. His mother's tits were soft, solid, and heavy. The giant nipples pressed into his palms.

Candy tugged the string and Evan's neatly tied bow disappeared. The sweatpants slid down. His erection twitched with anticipation. Candy's fingertips moved up and down and around the purple knob. She was barely touching it, but it made Evan tremble.

He wanted to kiss Candy, but something told him this wasn't going to be that kind of sex. A fire of primal lust burned in his mother's eyes. Her heels grabbed the back of his thighs. They were going to fuck, then go back to pretending they had never been lovers. Evan got two handfuls of ass and pulled her forward. They both looked down at his cock, but it was Candy who grabbed it. Evan dipped down and his mother guided the head into the inflamed wetness that hung over the edge of the counter.

Holy fuck, Evan thought, I'm about to fuck my mother. He was as nervous and excited as every other time before. Candy's legs tightened, pulling him in. Their eyes met and Evan shoved upward as he yanked Candy off the counter. His flesh pierced through his mother's body, and it changed something. Candy felt it too; Evan saw it in her eyes. The love they shared, and the way his mother looked at him were different when they fucked, but there was something else about this time that made it different. It was still the most wonderful thing Evan had ever felt, but the dynamics of their relationship had changed. "Oh, Mom, Mom." His mother needed him now as much as Evan needed her.

"Mm, Evan, honey, it feels so good. You make me feel so good." Her lips touched his and Evan pushed his tongue into her mouth. Kissing Candy made fucking her so much better. "Table, ah, honey, put me on the table."

Thank god, Evan thought. Bouncing Candy was a lot of work, but Evan maintained a rhythm while carrying her the extra distance so he could fuck Candy right where his father's dinner plate would sit later. Evan wasn't going to miss that.

Candy's skin squeaked against the wood each time Evan thrust into his mother. It was insanity, but he went as deep as possible, hoping he could cum so hard it would somehow get his mother pregnant even on birth control. A baby, Evan thought, that's what we need.

"Ah, ah, yes, yes, please, please honey, give it to me, give it to me."

The desperation in his mother's pleading voice made Evan one with Candy, and he fucked her with more purpose than ever before. She closed her eyes as her body arched. Whatever happened inside his mother when she climaxed always made Evan feel like a soft, hot fist had tightened around his cock. Candy's legs wrapped around his waist as Evan buried himself in her. Her arms and legs crushed Evan as his seed poured deep inside Candy's body.

They were both so engrossed in the lovemaking and orgasms that John could have walked into the house and neither of them would have noticed. That was exactly why Evan had made the rules. He knew once they started doing it they'd never stop, and that was too dangerous.

With Candy's arms still clinging to him, Evan lifted her and sat in his father's chair. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and kissed it. "Mmmm, thank you, thank you for making me feel so special and loved."

"You are special," Evan said and gently kissed Candy. "Every time I think I can't love you more, you make me love you more. That sounded crazy, didn't it?"

"No, not at all," Candy said. "I feel the same way."

"Good."

"We should take a shower."

Of course we should, Evan thought, that's what we did last time. "I'll carry you."

"No, not in there . . . in your bathroom. I'll go get some clothes . . . in case."

Evan knew what `in case' meant, and it scared him, but not enough. "I'll get the water hot."

In her bedroom, Candy stood in front of the mirror. The mature, adult, sane person inside Candy scolded her for doing something so stupid and dangerous and told her what she was about to do was worse. The glowing little girl staring back, laughed at the naked woman who had been playing a role for years. That show is canceled, Candy thought, it's time to be myself.

Candy grabbed some clothes, started the camera program, and shut off the monitor. Just in case, she thought. Was there a plausible excuse if John saw her walking naked through the kitchen? Absolutely not, but that's what she did.

Evan sat on the counter, waiting and hoping his mother hadn't come to her senses. His father wouldn't be home for a few hours, normally. Some days he went to a client meeting after work. That, Evan suspected, was an excuse for going out drinking with his friends. Either way, as long as he didn't come home early, Evan planned on making love to Candy again, and maybe again after that, and as many times as his body would allow.

Candy walked in, turned around, and closed the door. God, Evan thought, from the front or the rear, his mother had the most amazing body. Her heavy breasts swelling beyond the sides of her body reminded Evan of when he helped her wash potatoes. His forearms had pressed into the fleshy cushions. "You're incredible."

"Thank you," Candy said. "You didn't start the water."

I wasn't sure you were coming, Evan thought. "I didn't know how long you would be. I'd hate to have it run out before we finish."

Candy placed her hands on Evan's shoulders. Her touch was as tender as her expression. She ran her fingertips down his arms and held Evan's hands. "Come on." She tugged and Evan stood in front of his mother. Her chest pressed against him as her hands slipped around his waist. Evan shivered when Candy kissed his neck.

When Candy leaned forward to turn the water on, Evan held his mother's hips and pressed his groin against her round ass. "Down boy," Candy said. "We're showering . . . first."

A few minutes later, Evan's soapy hands massaged Candy's neck and shoulders. She used her ass to wash his groin. Evan turned her around and watched the white lather and the bubbles sliding erotically over Candy's skin. She stepped into him, and he reached for the globes of her rump. It was slippery and hard to capture, but his fingers pushed between her cheeks and held on.

Candy sucked in a long breath. "Your hands always know what my body needs."

"Your body . . . god, you're incredible."

They looked down at the stiff cock resting on Candy's belly. "Mmm, so are you." Candy's slippery hands moved up and down Evan's shaft.

Evan fumbled with her nipples. They squirted from between his pinching fingers. Candy laced her fingers with his and guided his hand down, down, and around the curve of her pubic bone. Unlike her pubic mound, Candy's lips were bald. Evan sawed two fingers between them. She was hotter than the shower water.

"Baby, I need to feel you in me again, but not in here." Candy backed Evan up under the water and they used their hands on each other to quickly rinse the soap.

Without drying off, Candy leaned over with her forearms on the counter. Evan pressed her cheeks together so they fully encased his cock. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me."

Like I need an invitation, Evan thought and dipped down, placed the head of his cock in the hot, fleshy channel, and eased into Candy. Sometimes hard and fast was good, but he loved taking her slowly, enjoying every second of it. It was a spiritual experience the way his mother's body opened for him, yet squeezed his cock and held onto him. It consumed Evan and made it so nothing else existed except giving Candy what she wanted.

Once Evan started humping with some speed, Candy stood and leaned back on him. He had to lift her feet off the floor to stay inside. She reached back over her head, grabbed his neck, and pulled herself up. Evan palmed his mother's mound. "Go slow, honey. Just go slow and fuck me like this for a while."

Evan stared at the impaled woman in the mirror and hunched. She smiled, watching his dick move in and out of her gripping labia. "That's incredible," Candy said.

It was hard work and didn't feel as good, but Evan couldn't deny how erotic the view was. Then as suddenly as before, Candy wanted to change positions. She sat on the counter and pulled Evan to her by his cock. It reminded him of how Deana was when he fucked her. Candy's pussy was flooded, but it still made Evan's breath catch when he thrust into his mother. Her fingernails dug into Evan's ass, helping him fuck her faster.

"Oh, fuck, shit, Evan, you're making me cum, ah, yes, again."

Evan didn't know if that meant he was supposed to slow down, speed up, or stop, so he kept on thrusting his hips. His mother was getting off. Her insides grabbed hold of his cock, then squeezed, released, squeezed, released, over and over. Evan was ready to fill Candy with cum, again.

"Wait, honey, not yet," Candy said and stopped his hips. "I wanna see and feel it on me."

Okay, Evan thought, now I know I'm in a porn movie. My mother is kneeling in front of me, jerking me off so I can blow a load on her.

No doubt about it, watching your mother open her mouth in anticipation of the load you're going to blow was erotic beyond Evan's comprehension. He took his cock away from Candy and gave it the last few strokes it needed, then released a torrent of creamy white liquid down on her. His mother moved around so he would get both sides of her face and her tits. She lifted them and smashed them together. "I know that was weird, but I needed to try it at least once," Candy said and put her lips on the oozing cock head. Evan watched his mother milk the rest of his cum into her mouth.

Candy got up, gave her face and tits a quick wipe with a towel, and gave Evan a kiss that made his toes curl. "Wow, Mom, you never stop amazing me."

Candy laid her head on Evan's chest and looped her arms around his waist. "Mm, I was thinking the same thing about you."

Evan held on tight, wishing this life could last forever. "Is this, um, is Cindy okay with this? I'd never-"

"It's fine," Candy said. "She understands. You can tell her about it when you see her tomorrow. Oh, and give her a kiss for me."

Evan didn't have to ask what kind of kiss his mother wanted him to give Cindy. "Can we go upstairs for a while?"

"As much as I'd enjoy crawling in your bed, and knowing you, probably getting fucked again, I have to say no. No reason to push our luck, right."

"You're right." He picked up the clothes Candy brought with her. "Can I at least watch you walk naked to your room?"

Candy grinned. "You're such a pervert."

Evan said, "So I've heard," and smiled like a sheepish little boy. "Pretty please."

"Fine, but only to the kitchen."

"Why, don't you trust me?"

Candy's defeated expression said it all, but she shook her head and said, "I don't trust myself."

Evan watched his mother's short legs move her bodacious butt until she reached the corner outside Deana's closed door. "Mom."

Candy turned on one foot, facing him. "What?"

The grown woman he had just made love to, his mother, had been replaced by a girlish beauty with too much ass and tits for such a skinny waist. The feelings Evan had for Candy at that moment were overwhelmingly powerful. His chest tightened, his eyes stung, and his heart pounded. He wanted to fuck her and cuddle with Candy for hours, and protect her, and he needed his mother to hold him, stroke his hair and tell him everything would be okay.

Evan stared into Candy's eyes while he walked to her. Candy didn't speak, didn't move, and Evan wasn't sure his mother was breathing. He placed his hands on each side of Candy's face and tipped her head up. "I wish I had the words to tell you how much I love you or how beautiful and wonderful you are."

Candy's clothes dropped to the floor. Her hands slid from Evan's hips around to his lower back. "You don't need words, honey. I feel it."

Evan touched his lips to Candy's. They breathed each other's breaths and stared until one of them initiated a kiss. It instantly turned passionate. His mother's ass was in Evan's grasp the same way Gloria's had been so many times, and he used it to lift her. Just like her mini-me, Candy's legs wrapped around Evan's waist. He pinned his mother's back to the wall. For years, before Evan understood what his feelings meant, he had a crush on the babysitter. When Evan knew what his feelings meant, and the fantasies started, it terrified him, but he still wanted Candy. Now that he had his Candy, Evan couldn't get enough of her, but his mother was in there too, and Candy was married to his father. He doesn't deserve her, Evan thought and started walking.

They didn't stop making out while Evan carried his mother into Gloria's room. When she hit the bed, Candy's eyes popped open, and Evan thought his mother had come to her senses again, but he shoved her tits together and started sucking her swollen nipples. She moaned and combed her fingers into Evan's hair. He wasn't sure he could do it again, but this wasn't about sticking his dick in something and cumming.

Aware that time was a concern, and there was a chance his mother might suddenly think it was weird, Evan kissed and caressed his way down Candy's body. When he was on his knees beside Gloria's bed, with his head between Candy's thighs, Evan glanced over the strawberry mound of hair. Candy's neck was bent, lifting her head so she could stare down between the mountains of breasts. A resigned smirk spread across her face as Candy grabbed behind her knees and pulled her legs up and open.

The thought of eating Candy out on her daughter's bed, making her cum so hard she screamed, turned Evan on so much it made him wonder if there was something wrong with him. It couldn't be normal, or healthy, but what about Evan's life was?

The way Candy had yanked her legs apart, got spread eagle, offering her insanely juicy pussy to him, made Evan think his mother got it. She wanted to get off in Gloria's room, wanted to get fucked on her daughter's bed, and that made Evan wish his little sister was there. He wanted her to watch, and more than anything, he wanted to see Candy go down on her daughter. Those thoughts convinced Evan he wasn't right in the head. Supplements had fucked up his brain. He wasn't a pervert, he was a sexual deviant, and Evan had no intention of changing.

"Oh, God, fuck, honey, baby, stop . . . stop," Candy said and used Evan's hair to move his tongue away from her clit. "Come, ah, come up here."

Evan loved making his mother cum more than sticking his dick in her. As soon as he moved over Candy's body, she wrapped her legs and arms around him. When his tongue was inside Candy's mouth, Evan felt weird about his mother tasting her own pussy. How would he like kissing Candy after cumming in her mouth? Candy sucked his tongue and licked Evan's lips, and he knew his mother liked it. He had kissed her after blowing a load on Candy's face, and it was great.

After a few minutes in each other's arms, Candy shoved Evan off and said, "Okay, this time I'm getting up and going straight to my room. I'm not looking back and you can't watch me. Got it?"

Evan started laughing because Candy sounded as silly with love as he felt. "Yes, ma'am, but momma, it's so hard not to stare at that honky tonk badonkadonk."

Candy jumped up and shook her fist at him. "Stay."

"Okay, but that doesn't mean you ain't got it going on like Donkey Kong. There oughta be a law, get the sheriff on the phone. Oh lord have mercy, I hate to see ya go, but love watching you walk away."

His mother tried, but she couldn't get the smile off her face as she walked backward out of the room. The joyous, cute, sexy teenager version of Candy was back, and that filled Evan with wonderful joy. Later, when the babysitter was back in the cage his father locked her up in years ago, Evan knew he'd be more upset than yesterday. It had happened every day this week, Evan's sadness had increased his anger and his awareness. How could he have never seen all of the things that were wrong in their house when his father was there?

Evan laid with his face in a pillow, inhaling the cute girl version of Candy. What would Gloria think about him fucking her mother in her bed?

Darlene used a hand to shade her eyes so she could watch Gloria reposition herself on the lounge chair next to her. When the little blonde got on her hands and knees, ready to lay face down, Darlene said, "Wait, stay like that."

"What for?" Gloria asked.

"That position . . . on your hands and knees-Sorry," Darlene said. "You do that in front of Evan and you're gonna get fucked . . . hard from behind. You can lay down now."

Gloria's grin only lasted a second before she sighed and finished laying down with her head turned toward Darlene. "Would you like to watch him do it?"

Darlene nodded as she started to flip herself over. "I'm too white for this sunbathing. My tits are sizzling like bacon."

"Hey," Gloria picked her head up, "my turn. Doggy style."

"Ruff, ruff." Darlene wagged her butt and pushed it back, mimicking getting fucked before laying down. "You know how much I like doggy . . . style."

After a minute of silence, Darlene said, "Hello, what are you thinking about?"

"My brother . . . fucking you."

"I'd never do that to you, and if he-"

"I want him to," Gloria said.

Darlene sat up and turned sideways on the chair with her feet on the concrete and put her elbows on her knees, leaning forward. "Look at me."

"I'd watch him do it."

Darlene made a fist. "Don't make me beat it out of you."

"What?"

"Whatever it is that's been on your mind all day."

"It's not fair," Gloria said. "I'm here in naked paradise, with you, safe, and my brother has to be there by himself. He doesn't know where we are or what's going on."

"It isn't fair," Darlene said. "But what can you do about it? He can't know."

"I know, I know, but I just wish I knew how he's doing."

"You will. I'm going to be there tomorrow, at Style's house, and I'll find out."

"You're gonna leave . . ." Gloria trailed off, but the word me was written on her face.

Darlene caressed Gloria's cheek and lifted her chin so their eyes met. "Never."

"Thank you." Gloria got on her knees between Darlene's thighs and let her sister hold her. "I feel like a baby."

Darlene lifted Gloria to her feet. "Come on."

A couple of minutes later the two naked girls were curled up under the covers in bed. Darlene was holding Gloria, stroking her hair, and whispering, "It's okay, baby, I got you."

As Evan approached Cindy's, his anxiety surpassed his anticipation, but not for the reason Evan thought. It wasn't because Cindy most likely knew he had fucked her lover all afternoon yesterday. Or, that Cindy needed an answer, yes or no, would Evan race Dale's car on Saturday? Those were the things Evan had been thinking about during the drive. Back and forth, yes, no, while telling himself absolutely, he had to do it. Fuck Dad, I won't let him ruin this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.

During those bouts of mental masturbation, Evan kept picturing Candy naked, walking out of Gloria's room. After two hours of lovemaking, Evan didn't want his mother to leave, and once she had gone, a renewed wave of sadness washed over him. Candy was his father's wife and Cindy's lover, and the girl Candy reminded Evan of was his stepsister. He was in love with both of them and couldn't have either of them the way he wanted.

For an hour Evan had stayed on Gloria's bed, feeling more alone than before coming downstairs to be with Candy. More than anything, Deana had been on his mind. Yes, he missed her, but it was more than that. There was something Evan didn't understand, but it was a feeling, not something that could be understood.

His aunt and uncle's cars weren't in the driveway, as expected on a Thursday afternoon. Cindy's Z28 was parked in front of the race shop at the end of the long driveway. The roll-up doors were closed, so Evan slowed as he passed the house, looking toward the back porch. His cousin waved as she rose from the steps where she'd been sitting.

Evan jerked the car to a bobblehead stop like a student driver and muttered, "Jackass." Cindy grinned. He backed up until his door was at the walkway and jumped out, ready to defend himself against the smart-ass comment he expected from Cindy. Instead, Cindy's hand swept back, gathering hair from her cheek, and tucked it behind her ear. Evan's guts twisted. He feigned forgetfulness, turned back to the car, and rubbed the sting out of his eyes. What the fuck, Evan thought, all of a sudden I'm an emotional mess.

When Evan turned around, Cindy was directly in front of him. Her intense, searching coal-black eyes met his, boring down into his core. He stiffened, fighting it, but Cindy's compassionate smile lit his soul on fire. All of the feelings Evan had been using sex to hide from, deny, and force down turned into a molten pit of emotions. Cindy stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. The fears, loneliness, hate, and the most powerful feelings of love Evan knew were all trying to erupt from his eyes. Only Deana could make Evan feel that way, and his sister was the only person in the world allowed to see him cry. Cindy wasn't his sister. She was Evan's hero and the person he had always wanted to impress.

Evan broke away and mentally slapped himself. "Ready to work on the car?"

"Isn't there something you're supposed to give me?" Cindy asked with a knowing grin.

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Didn't Candy send a kiss?"

Evan told himself, it's Cindy, be a man, don't cry. He leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek, but Cindy moved so their lips met. His sense of time and space disappeared when Evan closed his eyes and let it happen.

It was the kind of kiss that should have made Evan horny, hard, and wanting to fuck, but when it ended he was panting, leaning against the car, staring at Cindy. She was holding his face, using her thumbs to wipe away the trails of tears rolling down his cheeks. Close your eyes, Evan thought, that's the only way to make it stop, but he couldn't. Cindy felt it, too.

"Was it like kissing your sister?"

For two seconds Evan thought about playing dumb, denying he ever kissed Deana, but he said, "Exactly."

"You really miss her?"

"Yeah, I know, it's stupid, it's only been a few days."

Cindy pressed her lips to Evan's forehead for a long time. "It's not stupid. We love her." Did his cousin miss Deana, too? "Evan, you don't have to worry about her. She's fine."

Evan thought, no, she isn't, but he didn't have any reason to think that, so he said, "I'm not-"

"Shh." Cindy pressed her finger on Evan's lips. "You are."

"Shouldn't I be worried?"

"No, I told you she's fine."

Why were they talking without really saying what they thought? Evan didn't know, but he knew there wasn't any point in pushing it. Cindy didn't just look like his sister, she thought like Deana and felt like her, too. There was something he needed to know and nobody was going to tell him, but he should have already figured it out on his own, and that frustrated Evan more than Cindy's silence.

"Cindy, why do I have this feeling that everything is . . . I don't know, not right, crazy weird?"

Instead of answering Evan, Cindy slowly moved forward. He knew what she was doing. It was the same thing Deana would have done, and Evan let it happen. When Deana held him and kissed him, Evan felt something so powerful it couldn't be described with words, and she was the only one who could do that. But he wasn't kissing his sister, it was Cindy.

Now, Cindy's back was against the car. Evan had her pinned. Her ass was in his hands, and one of her legs was looped over his hip. His groin was smashed into her crotch. Evan opened his eyes, and stared into Cindy's, unable to see his cousin. He mumbled, "Just like my sister."

The expression on Cindy's face said what Evan was thinking, she said, "It probably would be, and maybe someday we'll find out, but not today."

That's good, Evan thought. If they ever made love, he wanted it to be Cindy, not Deana he was thinking about, and Candy had to be there. "How do you know about me and Dee?"

"I saw you." Cindy shook her head. "On the back porch, seriously?"

Evan grinned, remembering the day Deana mooned him on the steps. They had almost fucked right there. "It's better than in the driveway, leaning against the car."

Cindy thrust her pelvis forward, shoving Evan back. "What kind of girl do you think I am? I'd never do that in the driveway."

"What about in a bathroom stall at the track?"

Before Evan realized Cindy moved, the karate straight punch struck his chest. "Ouch!" He rubbed his left peck, extremely grateful his cousin hadn't hit him for real. "Hey, I wasn't saying that was a bad thing."

"Oh, believe me, it wasn't bad. It was fuckin' amazing."

I'm sure it was, Evan thought, too bad they didn't record it on Candy's phone. "So why did you hit me?"

"Hit you?" Cindy chuckled. "If I had hit you'd be on the ground."

Evan said, "You need to teach Dee how to fight." Where had that come from?

Cindy smirked. "What makes you think I could do it without getting distracted by her beauty?"

Evan blew out an exasperated sigh. "You know, it's bad enough having a sister who knows what I'm thinking."

"Well," Cindy was silent for a long beat, "now you have two . . . of us. Come on, the car needs some suspension changes. After last weekend's rain, they did a lot of work on the track. It's gonna be smooth, with more grip, and fast. Right now we're set up for a loose track."

Evan didn't know what had happened, but Cindy was suddenly like the chatty version of Deana. He said, "About Saturday."

"I know, I already told Dale you're gonna drive for him."

Was that the decision he had come to? No, it wasn't, Evan thought, but it was now. "Good. Don't tell Candy. If I get caught she has to have honest deniability."

"Yeah," Cindy turned away, "I know," and led the way toward the race shop.