Potential - Part II

by EroticScribbler

©Copyright 2018 by EroticScribbler

Chapter 11 - Lines are Drawn to be Crossed

Jason came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, thinking I crossed the line and did the one thing I said I'd never do. Although, that imaginary line had been him lying to himself. That had become clear once Jason was inside Becky and knew he'd always expected it to happen. Of course, he had, why else would he have been pushing Evan so hard toward Deana? One morsel of justification was all Jason needed, and Evan cumming in both of his sister's underwear was enough. You can't smell your sister's pussy while you're beating off and not want to fuck her, and under the right circumstances, Evan would do Deana or Gloria.

Technically, Jason hadn't crossed that line, Becky had dragged him over it, and there was no decision for him to make. The decision-making started that morning. Don't do it again, or do it?

Jason probably hadn't been born with morals, but if he had, they were licked off his balls by that dog. Fear of being caught by his mother had been his only restraint. Where had that fear gone? It had been there when he sat down at the table with his mother. He watched her expression for a sign that she could see his guilt, but she hadn't. That's when Jason realized a guilty conscience had been blurring his vision, and that's why he never noticed his mother's body or paid much attention to her expressions. Fucking Becky had opened Jason's eyes. He remembered the look on his mother's face the time she walked in on him and Becky. Horrified, yes, but not at first. Hadn't she waited until his cock stopped spurting cum before saying anything?

All the times he masturbated, knowing his mother was approaching, yet she never caught him. Jason assumed he had been amazingly lucky. And what about the time his mother forgot to lock the bathroom door? Shock and embarrassment filled him, but his mother had stood there with towels at arm's length, not screaming or demanding he close the door. Had she been trying to tell him something?

"Damn," Jason muttered when he saw Becky's room was still empty. He should have jerked off in the shower. How could his sister not be there the morning after they finally had sex?

The thought made him feel stupid. He couldn't start acting like Becky was his girlfriend, or he'd ruin a great opportunity. What could be better for two horny teenagers than living under the same roof? Jason thought there was one thing, but I'm trying not to think about it.

He walked past his room and went out the back door onto the patio, still wearing a towel. I've never beat off out here during the day, he thought, that might settle me down. His neighbors could see him, but only if they went far enough into their backyard to see around the tall hedges that lined both sides of the patio. They were never home during the day anyway. Thinking about getting caught excited him.

Jason sat down and placed his hands on his lap. He parted his legs enough to feel his dick under the towel. A chain link fence was around their yard, but anybody could walk through the gate by the driveway. It was probably even open. Maybe Becky would come home and catch him?

That thought made Jason's cock grow, but he kept it concealed. The idea of getting caught masturbating was exciting, but actually getting caught by almost anybody other than Becky would simply be humiliating. Even if it were Becky, he'd still be embarrassed. The UPS guy or a kid from the neighborhood could walk back there, too. His dick got stiff, and Jason started to peel back the towel.

---

Deana looked at Rebecca and said, “What?”

“I said--"Rebecca waited for the rumble from Cindy's car to fade--"it's hard to believe you aren't sisters. You look alike, act the same and even sound like each other. Oh, and she's gorgeous, too."

“I used to spend a lot more time around her . . . when I was little, growing up, so I probably started acting like her. It's a little weird when I see myself in her."

“Did you notice how she looked at me when she said, 'Ya'll have fun . . . lots of fun.'?"

“No.”

“Yes, you did, and just like you, Cindy's face, her smirk, said a lot more."

“It wasn't anything.”

Rebecca's grip on Deana's arm reminded her how strong the pint-sized gymnast was. She was very perceptive, too. "Dee, you didn't?"

It was impossible to lie to Rebecca. “No, I didn't, but I did . . . sort of.”

“You did or you didn't, and I know you did,” Rebecca said. “We agreed--“

“It's cool, I swear it is. She's going to be a psychologist, and she'd never tell and she told me she's done it. I had to tell her, she knew anyway."

“How could she know?”

“She just did. She knew something was bothering me. It's like she was reading my mind, and I had to tell."

“So she's exactly like you, reading people's thoughts.”

“Yours are usually written on your face for me to read," Deana said. "I saw the way you were looking at Cindy. It was so obvious what you were thinking about."

“I wasn't thinking anything except how much sexier you'll be in three years."

“Whatever. Oh, Cindy said you're cute."

“Really?”

“Yup, and she said you're probably a real firecracker. Don't worry, I didn't give her details.”

Rebecca got that naughty look in her eyes. "Maybe we can get some therapy from her. Can you imagine doing it with Cindy? I can, and it would be like being with you in the future."

“She's my cousin!”

“Yeah, she is,” Rebecca said with a shrug. “Who'd she do it with?”

“I didn't ask.”

“Why not? You told her who you did it with. Why not ask? Wonder if it's somebody we know.”

“I didn't tell her, she knew it was you."

“She's smart, like you. You should have asked her to stay a while. Ever thought about having a threesome?"

“If I did, it wouldn't be with my cousin.” I'd want to have her to myself, Deana thought.

“Yeah, but maybe that's how we can get you that thing you've never had? I could--“

“I told you, I'm not going to do some random guy just so I know what a dick feels like. Might as well just use a dildo if it's not someone I love.”

“Hmm, really.”

“Stop that.”

“Oh, shoot, all that Cindy stuff made me forget,” Rebecca said. “I've been waiting all day to show you this. It feels amazing!”

Before Deana could say anything, Rebecca was pulling the front of her shorts down. “Look, I did it too, but I didn't want to be a copycat, so I did it different.”

Deana stared. Two thin lines of pubic hair formed the letter V, like an arrow pointing at the divot at the top of Rebecca's slit. “I don't think you want your neighbors or parents to see what I'm about to do to you, so you better put that away.” It's a good thing Evan isn't here. She had never wanted sex so bad.

“Really?" Rebecca said, running the tip of her finger up her bald flesh as her waistband rose. “I don't think I've ever seen that look before. What's got you so excited? Is there anything I should know about?"

“Please stop.” Deana took a deep breath. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't tell Rebecca. “Stop looking at me like that while your parents are home.”

“Look at you," Rebecca said and held Deana's hands. "You're shaking. Tell me! I know there's more."

“I told you on the phone I was horny, and if you went for a ride in that car, you'd know why I'm shaking. It's the most terrifying excitement you'll ever have. It went from nothing to over a hundred miles an hour in the blink of an eye, and it vibrates."

“It's Cindy, isn't it?”

“Yeah, Cindy's crazy, a little crazy, and I got scared, but not like I should have. She has so much confidence and something I can't explain. She makes me feel safe even when all my senses tell me to be afraid."

“Mm, that thing you can't explain, that's how you make me feel," Rebecca said. "We better go in because I wanted you before, and now I'm horny enough to go down on you right here in the front yard. My neighbors can watch."

“You better knock all that off until your parents leave,” Deana said. She needed to get a grip on herself.

Rebecca mimicked pushing a button. “I have a lock.”

“Yeah, but do you have a soundproof door you haven't told me about?"

“You can bite your tongue,” Rebecca said.

I'd have to bite it off, Deana thought.

---

What was that? The sound was probably a squirrel or a twig falling from a tree, but Jason shoved his boner between his thighs and closed the towel over them. He listened intently. There it was again, and the light coming through the bushes flickered. He'd never make it to the door. Please be Becky.

“Jason?” It was a girl's voice, not Becky's. “Hi Ja--Ah, do you always wear a towel outside?”

He was more shocked than embarrassed. What the hell was the fuckin' redhead doing in his backyard? "Darlene," he said. He had seen his sister with Darlene at school but never anywhere else, especially not at his house. "Becky isn't here."

“I know,” Darlene said. “She went to the mall, but she told me it would be okay if I came over to talk to you.”

The shock tapered, and Jason's embarrassment grew. What if he had just shot a load on the cement? He looked Darlene up and down, then tried to focus on her face. That wouldn't be easy. "Talk to me?" he said, then his eyes dropped again.

Darlene's skirt was two feet shorter than his towel. The heels she was wearing made her creamy-white legs seem never-ending, and her beefy thighs were four boners out of five on his scale. Her faded Paramore T-shirt squeezed her chest up into the sliced neckline. Was she wearing a bra? That deep trench between her huge melons needed a greased cock sliding through it, and he had one to volunteer.

“Yes, talk to you. Becky said I should stop by. She thought you would be home."

How could Darlene be standing in front of him, smiling like she had a juicy secret to share? He'd never figure that out while she was oozing those pheromones that diverted all his brain power to his dick? "What about?" he asked.

“What about the towel?” She sat down. “Do you normally wear that outside or did Becky tell you I was coming?”

“No, no, I never wear a towel outside, normally. This is embarrassing. Let me go get some--"

“No, don't, I like the towel,” she said. “It'll make it easier for me to tell you why I'm here. It's kinda embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than wearing a towel outside?”

“Yes,” she said. “I probably shouldn't say anything.”

“Yes, yes you should,” he said. “I gotta know now.”

“Alright, but you can never repeat it, seriously.”

He crossed his heart and said, “I swear.” He would have said anything to keep her there.

“Okay," she said and crossed her arms under her tits, causing an eruption of freckled flesh to stretch the V-cut in her shirt. "I keep having this dream, and you're in it."

“Really,” he said. The fuckin' redhead is dreaming about me?

“Yes, and part of the dream has to do with something that is really happening . . . or not happening, actually. That's the embarrassing part.”

“Hey, I'm wearing a towel outside . . . just a towel, you can tell me.”

“Here goes," she said. "In the dream, you're the only one who can solve the problem I'm having. I come over here, and we have sex, and I have an orgasm. See, it's crazy. I shouldn't have--"

“No, it's not crazy.” It wasn't crazy, it was insane. “Aren't you dating that guy with the Camaro?” Sex would be great, but he wasn't sure he wanted to get beat up.

“Yes, that's why you can't ever mention this to anybody. Becky is the only person I've told. I trust her, and she said I can trust you."

“You can,” he said. “You have the towel thing to hold over my head."

“That's true.”

“So, the part about you not having orgasms is true, and in your dream--"

“In my dream, we fuck, and I finally have one. Then the problem is solved," she said. "Do you think I'm nuts?"

“No, not at all. Was I wearing a towel in your dream?”

“No, you're naked.”

Play it cool, dumb ass, he told himself. "Good, that's good. You told Becky, and she told you to come here?"

“Yes,” Darlene said. “She told me . . . talked me into it.”

The idea of his sister knowing about it and wanting him to fuck Darlene made Jason's lust surge into a new dimension of depravity. It would almost be like having Becky watch him have sex with Darlene. Ever since their mother caught them, being watched was one of his fantasies. "I'm guessing we're not on the patio in the dream?"

“No, we're in your room . . . I guess it's your room,” she said. “We have to do it the way it is in the dream, I think, to make sure it works. I hope it works because I've never had this kind of problem, and it sucks.”

“You ready?” he asked. He didn't want to seem too eager, but he was afraid he might wake up from a dream of his own.

“Yes,” she said and stood up.

“After you." He waved his arm in a sweeping motion, then got up and adjusted his towel so the overlapping ends weren't in the front. No need to show her how ready I am, not yet.

Jason watched Darlene's butt until she reached the door. Guys stopped in the hallway to watch that ass. It had never looked so good. Her stretchy black skirt clung to her like skin, and there was absolutely no allowance for bending without showing it all. He wished she would drop something, but she didn't have anything with her.

Darlene walked toward his bedroom. Maybe she had been to his house. She stopped outside his door and asked, "Is this your room?"

“Yes," he said and went in ahead of her, hoping there wasn't dirty underwear lying around.

Darlene turned in a circle and said, "It could be the room from my dream, it's hard to say. You know how dreams are."

"What happens first?" he asked. "I mean in your dream."

"I don't know if we have to do it exactly the way it was, but we might as well try," she said. "Stand here next to your bed, facing me.”

Darlene's words were like sweet candy melting in his mouth. "We're already making out whenever the dream starts, so we should kiss." She ran a seductive finger down his chest, circled his belly, and went back up to his neck. His cock pushed against the towel.

Was it possible he was really going to fuck Darlene? Evan would not be happy.

---

Evan wasn't happy to see Deana's room empty. He had come home prepared to tell her they had to stop, had to make things right between them again. Thanks to Miss Tonya, he'd be able to think with his head, the right one. After what happened the night before, how could Deana not be home waiting for him? Where was she?

He'd have to ask Gloria because he wasn't ready to see his mother. She might not know he fucked Miss Tonya, but she would see something on his face. Deana always knew when something was up. Evan went to Gloria's room, opened the door, and her head spun toward him. "Hey, you're supposed to knock." She flipped her sketch pad shut, turned it over, and got up from her desk. "I could have been naked or something!"

Of all the things his sister could have said, that was the last thing Evan wanted to hear. Thanks, Jayda. "Sorry."

“Don't let it happen again.”

Evan rarely knocked, so why was Gloria suddenly making a big deal about it? He imagined Jayda in her room, sitting on some girl's face. Gloria was right, Evan thought, he needed to knock, even though he knew Gloria wasn't worried about him seeing her sitting on a girl's face. What was she hiding? "Knock-knock, can I come in?"

“Mmhm.”

“Where's Deana?”

“She's at Rebecca's,” Gloria said. “She's spending the night.”

That sucked. Tomorrow, he'd be with Cindy at the race track, and Thursday, he'd have to go back to Miss Tonya's. That was going to be weird. "What are you drawing?" he asked.

“Nothing,” she said.

“It's something, and it's something you don't want me to see."

“It's not finished.”

“So, I'm your biggest fan,” he said. “Gimme a sneak preview.”

“I don't think you'll like it.”

“How will I know without seeing it?”

“I'd rather not show anybody.”

“I'm not anybody, and now I really want to see it.”

Gloria sat on the desk, on top of her pad. “No, you can't,” she said. “It's a secret.”

“It's a secret, I won't like it, it's not done, which is it?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. "If I show you, what are you gonna give me?"

“Anything you want,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yup, if it's possible. I can't give you a million dollars or anything like that.”

“Okay, you promise?" she said, holding her pinky finger out.

They locked fingers. “I promise. What do you want?”

“I'm not sure now. I'll tell you later. If I show you, you can't laugh, and you can't tell anybody, not even Deana. Promise?"

This had to be something good if Deana couldn't see it. “Yeah, yeah, just get your butt up and let me see.”

Gloria sat in her chair, and Evan got on one knee beside her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover half an inch, then closed it. "Don't laugh."

Evan didn't laugh or say anything. The drawing was of a female warrior with her feet widely planted and her arms above her head, wielding a large club. She was wearing boots that went up to her knees and nothing else.

“Don't you like it,” Gloria said.

Huge tits hung over six-pack abs. A mat of hair formed a neat triangle above pussy lips that bulged between her legs. The definition was incredible and arousing. He loved it but didn't want to admit it. “Ah, she's nude,” he said.

“Yup.”

“Your imagination is incredible. Is that you when you grow up?”

“Fat chance.”

If he could draw and were drawing what he imagined his mother looked like naked, that would be it. "You might be surprised. Got any more?" Did asking make him sound like a pervert?

"No.”

“Right.” He grabbed the pad.

Gloria's cheeks flushed as he turned the page. The next page had the same woman again, except now she was wearing a spiked bikini top that formed her tits into pointy cones. The club was at her side. Still naked below the waist, her legs were cut with bulging muscles. He was afraid to turn the page again, but he did anyway. His breath caught in his throat. The woman was naked again, except now she was on her hands and knees with a large, muscle-bound guy behind her, a massive erection jutting out from his groin. The amount of detail suggested Gloria had studied the real thing very carefully. "Gloria, jeez--" What the hell was he supposed to say? "I hope you have a good hiding spot for this pad. If Dad ever sees it--"

"I'm not stupid," Gloria said.

“Good,” he said. “How, um, how do you--Oh never mind.” He didn't want to know any more than he already knew. “You're incredibly talented. You should consider a career in graphic design for video games, but I think you'll have to learn to draw more clothes.”

“I know how to draw clothes, but--”

“Never mind, I gotta take a shower.”

“Yeah, you do,” she said. “You smell weird, kinda like nuts or something.”

Almonds and sex, Evan thought and headed for the bathroom.

---

Darlene isn't a normal high school girl, Jason thought as her tits pressed against his chest. He stared at her luscious lips. Her pink tongue wet them as they moved toward his. He put his arms around her lower back, and she pressed her mouth to his.

Jason never knew kissing could be so erotic, but Darlene was showing him. If she could make him want to cum with a kiss, what the hell would happen if she got those lips around his cock?

Darlene's fingernails dragged from his shoulders down to the towel. He shivered when a coolness swept his freshly shaved balls. His freed dick lifted and brushed silky smooth skin. "Oh, my, is that what I think it is?" She stepped back. "Ooh, it is, and it looks happy to see me."

Was it all scripted from her dream, or was Darlene ad-libbing? She grabbed his cock with both hands and tugged on it, then stepped in and started kissing him again, still pulling on his dick. "It's growing," she said.

Jason knew there wasn't any part of Darlene that didn't exude sexuality, but the way she went down his body to her knees raised the bar on what he would consider exciting. His dick jumped when her face got near it, then Darlene proved to him that there wasn't an end to the ways she could blow his mind. She ducked between his legs and rested his balls on her head, then she tilted it back. His sack stretched until his nuts were on her forehead. Slowly, his testicles separated and rolled into her eye sockets. He felt her lids twitching under them. The base of his cock pressed against the bridge of her nose.

He pressed his hands into his waist and watched the redhead use his cock and balls like she was applying facial cream with them. Who does that? Darlene laid his boner across her face and licked his balls, then stuffed her nose between them and inhaled deeply. “Mmm.”

What Jason had previously thought of as a long, oddly shaped freckle face was beauty under his balls. Darlene smiled up at him and opened her mouth. That odd shape created a large opening. She took both of his balls in, closed her lips around his stretched sack, and batted his testicles with her tongue. "Mmmmm . . ." She started humming, and the vibration moved up into his groin.

His knees went slack when she let one nut pop out and sucked the other into her throat, then alternated from one to the next in rapid succession. "Ah, shit!"

“Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No, hell no, it feels good, just intense."

“Glad you like it.” She pulled his cock head to her lips, kissed it, then licked the slit. "In the dream, I try and take all of you, but I can't, which surprises me. That's never happened before."

Jason didn't doubt it after seeing her mouth open for his balls, but his dreams would come true one way or the other. “Okay.”

He gulped in sympathy for Darlene's throat when she consumed a large portion of his cock. His sister had given him the best head he'd ever had until now. Darlene's lips clung to his shaft as she pulled back. The suction made his dick head tingle. He didn't know about chrome off a bumper, but she would definitely suck the cum out of him.

With lewd slurping sounds, his dick went into Darlene's face. She must have taught my sister how to do that, he thought. They both gave head like it was a life or death mission. She pulled him out and took an exasperated gasp of air. Her blue eyes sparkled with tears. She wiped her mouth on her forearm. "That's the biggest cock I've ever sucked. I can't believe--"

He didn't know or care what she couldn't believe because holding back his load was the only thing on Jason's mind. With Darlene bobbing on his dick head, jerking him, and playing with his balls, that would be almost impossible.

With a loud pop, Darlene's mouth came off his dick knob. Her tongue made a big circle around her lips. "It's just like in the dream, I can't do it. We have to get on the bed. Me on top, sixty-nine. This might actually work."

Sixty-nine! Jason got on the bed, fast. He couldn't wait to see the fuckin' redhead take off her clothes and sit on his face. He needed to see that ass uncovered and close up.

"Not yet," Darlene said. "It has to happen the way it's supposed to happen. Get up and lean over with your hands on the bed. Spread your feet out like you're leaning on the hood of a car, being frisked by a cop."

Jason suspected that might be something Darlene was familiar with. He followed Darlene's directions and immediately felt vulnerable. Her hands were on his ass, pushing his cheeks apart. He jerked when her hot tongue probed his asshole. What she did to his balls was the most intense pleasure Jason had ever experienced, and this was the most awkwardly intense pleasure. The girl was massaging his balls in her soft palms while her tongue soaked his asshole. He pushed back against her face. She was violating his masculinity in the most wonderful way. Darlene owned him, and he'd let her do anything she wanted. Hopefully, it wouldn't be something Jason regretted later.

Who puts their finger in your butt while sucking your balls? Darlene knew more about sex than he'd imagined. She was fingering his asshole, sucking his balls, and jerking his cock. Girls are definitely better at multitasking, Jason thought.

“Now you have to get on the bed," Darlene said as she got up.

The girl must have had vivid dreams because she knew exactly how Jason's body should be positioned on the bed. "Sit right there at the edge of the bed, almost hanging off." He followed Darlene's directions. "Now I'll get undressed."

It's about time, Jason thought. Darlene faced him and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. He watched her fingers lift it with the calculated, seductive movements of a stripper. Something else he suspected Darlene knew about. Her melons caught in the shirt, then she twisted and pulled. One glorious tit dropped out. It bounced as the other one popped out and performed the same slow-motion bobblehead routine. They separated, and the large buttons at the center of the huge reddish-brown tit beanies expanded. He reached, but she stepped back. "I'm not finished," she said with a wagging index finger.

Jason dropped his hand to his thigh and waited. Darlene tucked her thumbs into the front of her skirt. Her hands circled her hips and nudged the waist down, then her middle rotated, and her hands looped back. A tuft of strawberry hair appeared. He stared like she was going to pull a rabbit from a hat. Darlene continued, but no rabbit appeared. He might have gasped when she pushed the skirt down her legs and stepped out of it. She turned in a circle, pausing with her back to him. Her butt was shaped like that black girl's ass on Deana's volleyball team, except Jason didn't think an ass could maintain that form without help from those wonderful black shorts. Darlene faced him, took a wider stance, and put her hands on her hips. Her body was like an animated woman from one of his video games.

The fuckin' redhead's mound swelled between her wide hips. There was a deep slit that started above her pubic bone and clearly divided her bulging pussy lips. Unlike the perfectly trimmed triangle, Darlene's pussy lips were shaved completely. Her strawberry bush didn't match the red hair on her head, and Jason could imagine how pretty Darlene would be if it did.

Darlene put her hands on Jason's shoulders, pushed him down, then stepped up on the bed. After a couple of wobbly steps, her feet were at his shoulders. I must have died, Jason thought, and now I'm looking up into heaven.

The new perspective magnified Jason's appreciation of Darlene's body. The weight of her tits created a gap between them, wide enough to see her peering down at him. She had that same, I got a secret grin she had outside.

There wasn't a freckle to be seen on an ass so white it seemed to shine. Darlene's rounded cheeks came together and kissed just behind that unbelievable pussy. Her lips weren't narrow swells of flesh divided by a thin, tight slit, like Becky's. They were fat like someone had punched her pussy in the mouth, and there wasn't any tight seal between them. Her inflamed inner meat was poking out. He couldn't wait to touch it, kiss it, lick it, worship it. How the hell had he gotten so lucky? Thank you, Becky.

Her leg muscles flexed, the tendons at her groin stretched tight, and her knees bent. Finally, Jason thought and lifted his face. Darlene sat on his chest, her crotch out of the reach of his tongue. "I hope you're as good as you are in my dreams."

Me too, he thought.

"I have to turn around or it won't be the same as it was."

"Okay." He didn't care if she stood on her head as long as he got to fuck her, soon.

A new and improved view of her ass was quickly approaching, then his nose was in that deep chasm between the two halves of her butt. He couldn't see her pussy, but Jason thrust his tongue out and tasted it. It was good, so he plunged his tongue in and licked.

"Mmmm, just like my dream." Darlene started moving like one of those playground horses on a spring, back and forth, riding his face. Her fat pussy was soaking wet. When she went forward, Jason's cock sank into Darlene's throat. She gagged and blew spit out on his balls and rocked the other way. Her trench of succulent flesh crushed his mouth and wet his face like a juicy peach.

Darlene gasped. “Ah, don't cum, you can't cum yet."

That wasn't going to be easy. He wrapped his arms around her, held on, and buried his face in her ass cleavage. Hopefully, tongue fucking Darlene's butt-hole would keep her mouth off his dick and buy him some time.

Darlene was so pleased that she sat halfway up and bounced on his face. "Oh, fuck yeah. That's good."

Jason thought good for her might mean suffocation for him, but at least he wouldn't blow his load before he got to fuck her. Getting off was getting off, and it would be good doing it in her mouth, but he wanted to be the one to fuck the redhead, even if he couldn't tell Evan.

Darlene cried out, “Yes, oh yes, that's perfect."

---

“That's perfect," was Becky's signal. She'd had her face where Jason's was enough times to know he couldn't see anything, but Darlene's ass wasn't covering his ears, so she carefully eased the closet door open. Darlene motioned her to hurry up. Becky did.

Darlene's idea was ridiculous, and Becky had resisted, but now that it might happen, it seemed ingenious. She loved secretly being watched, but fucking her brother right in front of Darlene, performing for her, that would be much better. This is going to be the best thing I'll ever do, Becky thought, that is until my threesome with Jason and Evan.

Jason was in the best possible position for the sneak attack, but stuffing that porn cock in her before he realized it was happening would be a challenge. Both of Darlene's hands were on his dick, clamped down on the base. It was dripping wet with Darlene's throat juice. Becky turned around and backed up.

Becky had fingered herself violently with lube while Darlene sucked Jason's dick, so she was ready. Darlene pushed Jason's cock toward Becky's approaching pussy, so all she had to do was hold herself open, drop down, and trust Darlene to aim Jason's dick head exactly where it needed to be. The memory of the first few seconds after Jason had plunged into Becky the night before frightened her like a cold swimming pool. There wouldn't be any easing in, she'd hold her breath and jump.

Darlene squeezed the trunk of Jason's cock with both hands and pointed the head at Becky's spread pussy, then she held her breath.

---

Jason couldn't believe how wet Darlene's pussy was getting. He hoped he wasn't doing her so well that he'd satisfy the dream's requirements before they fucked. At least she stopped sucking me for a minute, he thought. Wait, if that isn't her mouth, it can only be one thing. He pretended he hadn't noticed and held his breath.

"Holy shit,” Darlene said, “that's incredible! You're fucking your sister! I've never seen anybody fuck their sister.”

I'm inside Becky, again, Jason thought. It felt too good to care about Darlene knowing. Actually, Darlene watching made it better. It was the last possible scenario he could have imagined, but it was still his three favorite words--threesome. He was being fucked by his sister while the redhead sat on his face.

Darlene's quivering cunt exploded in climax. Her cum filled his mouth and spilled over on his chin and cheeks. Jason said, "Becky, I'm going to kill you."

"You're already killing me, but I love it," Becky said.

“Nobody better die yet," Darlene said and got off Jason's face. "I need a closer look."

Jason looked down his body at Becky's little ass, moving up and down. It was an incredible sight, but he wanted to see her face. Darlene stood in front of Becky and said, "I swear, I have never been this excited."

Neither had Jason, and he proved it by thrusting up into Becky's body. She grunted. Darlene smiled at him and started making out with his sister. That was hot!

Darlene was in front of Becky, so Jason couldn't see what she was doing, but he imagined her sucking Becky's erect nipples. Instead, her hot tongue licked his balls, and she said, "Becky, when I saw his dick, I thought you lied to me. Didn't think it could have fit in you. Damn, this is amazing. You're so stretched, mm, and your clit is popping out."

Becky moaned and rode him faster and harder than she had the night before. Jason was going to cum. "Oh, fuck, Becky, I'm, ahh--Stop, I'm gonna cum!"

“I can't, not now, I'ah . . . I, um, oh-yeah, yes, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming . . .”

“This is unbelievable," Darlene said. "You're shooting a load inside your sister!"

It only took one sperm, and that was already in there, so Jason let Becky keep bouncing on his dick. His load eased the way, and Becky took more of him than he thought there was room for inside her body. Their hot juices drooled onto his balls.

“You little slut . . . you definitely made it up to me,” Darlene said and licked Jason's balls. “Sibling cum, yummy.”

Chapter 12 - What is Plan B?

After his encounter with Gloria's drawings, Evan let the hot water pulse on his face for several minutes. Still, it didn't wash away the images the drawings had put in his mind. He stepped back and watched the water hit his chest, cascade down his stomach, past his erection, and onto his long legs. Why didn't he want to accept the truth?

Gloria wasn't a little girl anymore, but that's what she had always been to him. Ever since he was young, she was his little sister. Somehow, he had grown up, but Gloria was frozen in time in his mind. When he thought of her, he saw the girl who sat on his lap, got piggyback rides, and fell asleep watching TV, so he could carry her to bed. He'd ignored her maturity, increasing independence, her body--she was a miniature version of Candy--and kept treating her like his kid sister. Didn't her dreams make that easy for him? She needed him to protect her from the evil man in her dreams. Wake up, he told himself. If her best friend, Jayda, hadn't opened his eyes, those drawings should.

When he finished showering, Evan collected his clothes and opened the hamper. Deana's gray sweatpants were still visible and a reminder he didn't need. Forgetting what happened with her would take a lifetime.

On top of the pile, there was a plain white pair of underpants. He picked them up, put his clothes in, and felt the soft material with both hands. He slid them through his fingers, over the backs of his hands, and rubbed them in his palms. Not only could he visualize the butt they had covered, he could feel it. He had touched it, palmed the round bubbles, and squeezed. It had felt good, regardless of what he'd told himself.

In the mirror, Evan saw his cock growing. He had fucked and fucked and fucked Miss Tonya a few hours ago. Why did he need to do this?

Evan didn't smell the panties. He slid them across his groin, ran them under his balls, up his stiff shaft, and pressed them to his face.

His eyes closed as he inhaled. His chest tightened. The day's conquest would go down in history as some of the best sex of his life--he had fucked his mother's friend. Why was he smelling Gloria's pussy?

---

_

Rebecca and Deana sat at the tall island counter in Rebecca's kitchen. Mrs. Stevens was on the other side, talking to them. Deana smiled at her and pushed Rebecca's hand off her thigh. It was the second time her friend had tried to touch her during the conversation. She had never been the type who liked taking chances, doing risky things, or even disobeying her father, so why was Rebecca's third attempt going uncontested?

The counter provided visual protection, but Deana wasn't sure her face could hide what was happening from Rebecca's mother. They would have gone straight to Rebecca's room if it had been up to Deana, but being bad was growing on her. The wait had been killing her, now Rebecca's fingers were pulsing on her inner thigh, and her pussy was getting wet. She thought about something she had seen on TV. Two beautiful women were having an intense conversation while a third woman watched. They paused and stared at each other. Deana had no idea what was going to happen, but she felt something she didn't understand. It was totally unexpected when they started kissing. She had never seen women kissing on TV or anywhere else. She had glanced at her mother, her face burning, and thought it was embarrassment she felt. Deana didn't think that anymore.

She stared at Mrs. Stevens and imagined kissing Rebecca in front of her. Would their relationship ever go there? Would Rebecca's mother be horrified, or would she be like Cindy? Having Rebecca's fingers inside the leg opening of her shorts while looking right into Mrs. Stevens's eyes made Deana feel like they could do it, start making out right there. That's nuts! Rebecca's finger skirted the edge of her pussy lip. Deana bit her bottom lip.

"You ready, honey?" Mr. Stevens asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Deana jerked and flushed. Rebecca reluctantly moved her hand away. Of course, Rebecca had a lot more experience being risky.

"For once, I'm ready and waiting for you," Mrs. Stevens said. "You two be good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Rebecca smirked. "Definitely not. You know me, Mom. I'm a good girl who keeps this one in line."

"Hey," Deana said and swatted Rebecca. "Ma'am, you know I'm the good one, and you have nothing to worry about."

"Just don't burn the house down," Mr. Stevens said. "Call if you need anything."

When the door closed behind Rebecca's parents, Deana said, "What the hell were you doing?"

"I couldn't help myself," Rebecca said. "I have a better question, though, what were you thinking? You were in deep thought for a few minutes. Didn't even notice my hand."

"Oh, I noticed, and unless you want to see me get off in front of your mother, you better not pull something like that again," she said, but she knew Rebecca would, and she'd enjoy it.

“Is that what you were thinking about?”

Deana said, “No, I was thinking about this,” and yanked Rebecca by the arm.

Rebecca crashed into her, Deana wrapped her arms around her, and they started kissing. Immediately her hands went inside the back of Rebecca's shorts and grabbed hold of that hard little ass, then she thrust her thigh between Rebecca's legs and ground it on the gymnast's pussy.

Rebecca gasped. "Wow, you don't waste a second. They haven't pulled out of the garage yet, and you're ready to rape me."

"Rape implies force. You know I won't be forcing you to do anything."

"True, but still, I've never seen you like this. What happened to you?" Rebecca asked.

Deana took a deep breath. It would be so freeing to say, Evan got me off and we showered together. His dick almost went inside me. I want him to make love to me, take my virginity.

"Tell me!" Rebecca said.

"It's nothing. I mean it's everything, not one special thing. The waiting, Cindy telling me she had been with another girl, the ride in her car, and you touching me in front of your mother, it all got to me."

"Oh, and I thought it was because you love me, miss me so much, and find me irresistibly sexy."

Everything Rebecca said was true and much more. Her insides trembled, and her eyes stung with threatening tears. She held Rebecca by her neck and stroked her earlobes with her thumbs while moving her lips toward Rebecca's. They stared at each other, their lips barely touching.

The next kiss was like the one she saw on TV, it brought up the feelings she'd had back then when she never imagined she would kiss another girl. Their hands weren't demanding or rushed. They touched every inch of flesh that could be reached without separating their lips.

Deana lifted the bottom of Rebecca's shirt. The kiss finally stopped so the shirt could pass between them. Rebecca's tits were firm and perfectly shaped, no bra was required. She admired them until she had to lift her arms so Rebecca could remove her shirt. Nobody had ever undressed her, but she didn't imagine a boy could unhook a bra with such ease. Rebecca's hands carried the shoulder straps down her arms. Her cheeks warmed while her nipples erected. Rebecca smiled.

The silent stare continued. Rebecca's hands were on her waist. For a split second, she was embarrassed that she hadn't worn panties. Rebecca's hands followed the shorts all the way to her feet. Her skin buzzed in a line down both legs where Rebecca had touched them. She stepped out of the shorts. Rebecca only paused at her crotch long enough for Deana to feel a warm breath on her bald pussy. She removed Rebecca's shorts in the same gentle fashion.

Two naked girls standing in the kitchen, speechless. Deana desperately wanted to speak, but the truth terrified her. It would make her vulnerable and maybe ruin the moment. Her feelings intensified. She was going to explode.

Both girls finally spoke at the same time, "I love you."

---

When they reached Becky's room, Darlene closed the door and asked, "How was it?"

"It hurt more than last night,” Becky said. “I guess I was sore . . . more than I thought."

"You stuffed a pound of dick in you, what did you expect?"

"I didn't think about it," Becky said. "I was so excited about you watching me that I just did it."

"You sure did." Darlene rubbed her own crotch. "Damn, I didn't think it was going to fit in your skinny body."

"I told you I did it!"

"I know, I know, but you also told me you weren't going to let him cum in you."

"That's your fault," Becky said.

"How is it my fault?"

"You started licking my clit, and I lost my mind. It was crazy having him in me, filling me, and your tongue doing what nobody does as good as you. I knew it was coming, but I couldn't stop."

"I couldn't resist that giant clit." Darlene flicked her tongue at Becky. "The sponge will work, but get some rubbers if you really need double protection.

"I hate rubbers. Feeling that hot squirt inside me is so much better. I need the pill."

"I know,” Darlene said.

"Was it good for you, just watching, or did you want to--"

"Hell yeah," Darlene said. "I wanted to try that cock too, but watching you was better. I came so hard on your brother's face when you sat down on that thing. I've never been so excited in my life. Letting your brother fuck you is so taboo. What could be better?"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wish we could have recorded it."

"It was too risky. There wasn't anywhere to hide the camera and be sure he wouldn't see it."

"I know, I just wanted to see the look on your face. Too bad I couldn't get on him facing you."

Darlene put her hands on Becky's hips. "It was great, thank you."

Becky smiled. "Good, I'm glad, I'm glad you liked it."

"I did, and now I can cross that off my bucket list."

Becky considered telling Darlene about the threesome on her bucket list. "Yeah, me too."

We should put some clothes on so Jason can drive me home.

"Be more exciting to go naked," Becky said. "I love looking at you. You're amazing."

"Hmm," Darlene grinned, "naked could get us arrested, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun and give Jason something to think about. Wear your skirt, the one I got you. No panties, of course"

"Ooh, I like the way you think. He'll be so excited he won't even be worried about our mother anymore."

"Your mother catching you, whoa, I don't need thoughts like that floating around in my mind,” Darlene said.

Becky said, "Me neither," even though having her mother see her with Jason's cock in her was one of her biggest fantasies.

---

Deana decided it wasn't time to analyze or discuss, so she turned and started toward Rebecca's room. Her friend followed. When she reached Rebecca's bed, she was nervous. Rebecca's hands came around her sides and circled her stomach, then their bodies were pressed together. There wasn't anything as soft or sensual as a girl's bare flesh. Deana's nerves settled.

Lips were more sensual. Rebecca lifted Deana's hair and kissed the back of her neck. She dropped her chin to her chest, and Rebecca kissed her ear. She tried to turn around, but Rebecca stopped her. "Not yet."

The kissing lips moved to her shoulders and down the center of her back. Deana watched Rebecca's hands move to her groin, then around to her hips. She kissed the crest of each of Deana’s butt cheeks. Her fingernails dragged down Deana's legs and made her tremble, then a warm breath taunted the gap between her ass cheeks. Rebecca slid her hands up the inside of Deana's thighs, stopping short of what Deana was ready to beg for. A stream of air blew across her wet pussy lips. She pushed back, but her friend made her wait.

"Turn around now," Rebecca said.

She did and found Rebecca sitting at her feet, sliding her hands up the backs of Deana's legs. They stopped on her ass. She held her breath while Rebecca's lips worked their way across from hip to hip, then Rebecca squeezed her ass and pulled her forward. She moved her feet apart in anticipation, but Rebecca only tortured her pulsing pussy lips with a stream of air. "Ah, please, please." Her friend's face told her begging wouldn't work. She was going to have to wait until Rebecca was ready.

Rebecca moved on to her belly button, then continued up to her tits. "I love these puffy pink nipples."

Deana ran her fingers through Rebecca's hair, tempted to push her in the right direction, but Rebecca knew exactly how hard to suck and how long to flick and circle the tips. She was tender yet forceful and knew precisely when to switch. Rebecca was pushing her closer to what Deana expected to be the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Rebecca left her breasts and faced her. It was the same expression she'd seen in the kitchen. Neither of them needed to say it this time, they knew. Rebecca held her by the throat and pulled their lips together. They had already had sex and given each other orgasms, but this was different. Sex had become lovemaking, and Deana knew it wasn't going to be the most powerful orgasm; it would be the most meaningful orgasm she had ever had. How could there be anything wrong with loving somebody so much that you wanted to make them feel good, even if it was another girl?

The kissing stopped, and they opened their eyes. Rebecca eased her onto the bed and said, "Lay back," then she stood there, staring. "Damnit, you're gorgeous . . . beautiful."

Deana looked at the little gymnast. Her muscular stomach tightened all the way to her groin. The raised wedge with its arrow of pubic hair flowed seductively down to that fantastic pussy. Rebecca's slit barely crossed her pubic bone. Her sexy lips were hidden between those strong thighs. Deana imagined them wrapped around her. Their power would make her feel safe and loved. She started to sit up, but Rebecca said, "Not yet," again and pushed her down. "You first. I've been dreaming about doing this." She got on her knees beside the bed.

Deana had been dreaming, too, but in her dreams, Rebecca kept turning into Evan and sometimes they were both making love to her. At Rebecca's touch, Deana opened her legs and closed her eyes. The anticipation had reached its peak. She had never needed to be touched so badly. "Please, Reb, please do it."

There wasn't a warm breath of warning, just a hot tongue plunging between her pussy lips. Her eyes popped open, and her legs flew up. She grabbed them. Her body curved like the bottom of a rocking chair. Rebecca's top lips stretched, grabbing at her pubic mound while her tongue darted in and out, opening her deeper and deeper each time. She pictured Evan's hard dick. If Rebecca's tongue felt like that, what the hell would his cock do to her?

Deana could have screamed as loud as she wanted, but when Rebecca licked her clit, Deana only squeaked and gasped. Her swollen bud was between Rebecca's lips, getting flicked while two fingers rammed into her cunt. "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck me!"

“Ooh, potty mouth.”

Deana rocked her body to help Rebecca's fingers hit the spot that made her crazy. Her clit was grinding on Rebecca's tongue. “Ahhh . . ..”

"Scream as loud as you want," Rebecca said, then blew on her throbbing clit.

She slammed her feet on the mattress and shoved her ass up, trying to get away, but Rebecca's mouth followed. The fingers kept on fucking her and that tongue continued to pulverize her clit. Her climax was intense, but another orgasm was already threatening. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. It was a spiritual experience. She couldn't even breathe. Her ass fell to the bed, and her feet dropped off the side.

"You alive?" Deana heard her friend's question, but it seemed to come from far away and she couldn't answer. Her eyes closed.

---

Evan came out of the bathroom disturbed. He hadn't jerked off and cum in Gloria's underpants, but that was more about being physically depleted than doing the right thing. Gloria's drawings weren't that exciting as far as pornography went, but they affected him. Did he like the idea that she knew and thought about cocks and naked women that reminded him of Candy?

His mother's words, "Still tempting fate?" made Evan shudder like a scared girl.

"Jeez, Mom, don't do that. You're gonna give me a heart attack."

"Do what? Catch you wearing a towel?"

"No, come around the corner right when I'm coming out of the bathroom and start talking to me."

"Sorry," she said, then reached up and messed his wet hair. "It's not like I know when you'll come out of the bathroom."

Seemed like it to him. "I only have to go ten feet, and I'll be in my room. It's not like I walk around the house in a towel, like Deana."

His mother ran her hand down from his shoulder to his hand and held it. It seemed too close to his groin while he was wearing a towel. "That's fine," she said, "but one day you might find yourself in an embarrassing situation."

Like right now, he thought.

"Did you make Tonya happy?"

He diverted his eyes away from his mother's face, hoping to hide his reaction. Then he tried to swallow, but his throat jammed.

"What, she wasn't satisfied? She seemed so pleased yesterday. Said you were the hardest worker. The hardest she's ever seen for someone your age."

What the fuck was happening? Pull yourself together, Evan thought, she's talking about the yard work. "She was thrilled, I mean happy, very happy . . . with the yard work. Said she was going to recommend me to everybody she knows. She even has other stuff for me to do." That lie wouldn't hold up under investigation, but he needed a reason to return Thursday.

"That's good," his mother said, then put her hand on his cheek. His heart fluttered. He wanted her to hug him. Sex was great, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel all those things he felt when he was holding somebody he loved after sex. If he didn't get away from his mother, he was going to wrap his arms around her and squeeze her. She was right, a towel was tempting fate. "I'm going, going to get dressed. I'll try and remember my robe next time." He broke for his door, ignoring whatever his mother was saying.

---

When Deana opened her eyes, she was still short of breath, but now Rebecca was on top of her, stroking her hair. "I thought I killed you."

She caught her breath and said, "You did, I think, I think I died and went to heaven." She wrapped her arms and legs around Rebecca. "I don't even have words for how good I feel."

"Might be love," Rebecca said.

She knew that but wasn't sure how to handle it. It was beautiful and terrifying, like being in love with your brother. How could it work?

"Don't do that," Rebecca said. "Don't start that now, not now."

"What, start what?"

"Analyzing, worrying, and trying to see the future."

Deana tightened her legs on Rebecca's ass. There was something comforting about having someone she loved between her legs. She never wanted to have somebody she didn't love between them, again. "I'm sorry. I get confused by how strong my feelings are. I can't help thinking about what this means."

Rebecca kissed her, then said, "It means we're going to be happy and make each other feel good."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Do you really, I mean the way I love you?” Deana asked. “You've had a boyfriend . . . boyfriends, and been in love with--"

"No," Rebecca said, "I might have thought that, but I was wrong. I have never felt like this before. I like doing it with a boy, but none have ever made me feel this way. Does it bother you that I like it, like dicks?"

"It might, but I've never had one, so I can't say. I still can't believe you've never been in love."

"Have you?"

Not being able to lie to Rebecca anymore sucked. "Never mind that," Deana said. "I need to do something for you now that I can breathe again."

"You're good at that, diversion, but we're getting back to it later. Now, there is something you can do for me, but it might be a little, um, weird."

Deana smiled. "After what you just did to me, as long as it won't get me arrested or killed, I'll do anything if it will make you happy."

"It might make me happy, but I won't know until we try."

"Mm," Deana raised a brow and squinted the other eye, "mystery, I like it."

"Okay, wait here. I'll be right back." When Rebecca got to her door, she turned back and said, "Isn't it great walking around your house naked?"

“Like I would know."

"Try it," Rebecca said and walked away.

Deana thought about wearing a towel in her kitchen. That was the closest she'd been to walking around naked since she was a kid. She wished Evan had pulled her towel off.

When Rebecca returned, her hands were behind her back. "Stand up," she said.

"Is this going to hurt?"

"Not you,” Rebecca said. "You trust me, right?"

"Of course."

“Good, turn around and relax."

Deana trusted Rebecca with her life but didn't like being blindfolded.

"Lift this foot," Rebecca said and touched her right leg. "Now this one, and relax, I'd never hurt you."

"I know." It was terrifying being out of control of what was happening to her, but she loved Rebecca and trusted her, so Deana didn't yank the blindfold off.

"Spread your feet out," Rebecca said. "You'll like this, I promise."

Whatever was going up her legs and against her crotch wasn't something she liked. “This is weird.”

"It's almost ready, one more second, hold on," Rebecca said, and something tightened around Deana's hips and between her legs. "There, done!" Rebecca turned her around. "Just like when we played Pin the Tail on the Donkey."

Deana felt Rebecca touch the back of her head, and the blindfold slipped from her eyes. Rebecca had that mischievous grin Deana was used to seeing. She looked down. "What the fuck!"

"I told you, I like them," Rebecca said and reached for the dick jutting out from Deana's groin. "It's the best of both worlds, almost."

"Holy Shit, I have a cock," Deana said. "Where the hell did you get that? Shit, it's crazy, I have a dick."

"I'll explain later," Rebecca said. "I've wanted to try this ever since I found that in my mother's room. You're the only person on this planet I'd let do this to me. I want you to fuck me, really fuck me senseless. Can you, can you do that for me?"

"Your mother's room? What the hell does your mother have a strap-on for?"

"Strap-on, ooh, you even know what it's called. Do you have experience with one?"

"Nice try," Deana said. "Why would your mother have one?"

"Got me," Rebecca shrugged, "but I'm glad she does. How do you wanna do me first?"

"Do you? I have no idea how to do you. I've never even had sex," Deana said. "It's pretty big."

"Is it bigger than Evan's?" Rebecca asked.

The time it took Deana to form an answer gave her away, she saw it on Rebecca's face, so Deana told the truth. "No, not even close."

"Really?" Rebecca's eyes widened. "How do you know? Your foot through his pants couldn't tell you that, not for sure, and you seem to know for sure."

"Let's get back to that later. I'm getting pretty excited about fucking your brains out. If you have any."

"Hey, don't forget I can kick your ass if I need to."

Rebecca was three inches shorter and twenty pounds lighter than her, but every inch of her body was toned and strong. She hoped she would never have to get her ass kicked by Rebecca. "You want to lay down or bend over?" She wanted to get behind Rebecca and reenact what happened in the shower, except she wouldn't miss.

"Doggy style,” Rebecca said. “That's my fantasy, my first fantasy, that is."

"You have a bunch, don't you?" Too bad one of them isn't you helping me with Evan, Deana thought.

"Plenty," Rebecca said. "We won't get to all of them in one summer."

"Be fun trying."

"I love that twinkle in your eyes," Rebecca said. "I might turn you into a bad girl after all."

You already have, Deana thought. "Get on the floor and get ready to be fucked."

"I'm ready," Rebecca said and dropped to her knees. "You have no idea how ready. I'm so wet you don't even need to get that thing slippery."

Deana got behind the tumbler's ass. The tiny pink asshole made her mouth water. She wrapped her hands around the cock. It wasn't hard like the one she had rubbed her crotch on, and it wasn't hot. Rebecca might be disappointed. "What should I do?"

"Pretend you're a guy and fuck me."

She tried to put herself in Evan's mind. His soapy hands caressed her body, squeezing her nipples while his erection rubbed on her back. She aimed the dick between Rebecca's cheeks. Evan had no idea she had been jockeying her body to receive him. She thought once he was in her, nature would take over, and Evan wouldn't stop. Deana's back hunched, pushing her groin forward.

"Ah, yes, I knew you'd know how to get it in me on the first try. Boys can never do that. Keep going . . . a little faster."

Deana thought it was going to be impossible to judge speed and force without sensation, but she was wrong. There was a nub on the inside of the leather triangle that hit her clit when she thrust into Rebecca. She grabbed Rebecca's hips and rammed her. "Oh, that feels good."

Rebecca grunted. "Ah, yes, it does. Keep going, harder and faster."

Deana's muscles were getting tired, but the thrashing of her clit and Rebecca's moans of pleasure gave kept Deana thrusting. She pounded into Rebecca, grunting each time their bodies collided.

"Faster, faster . . . keep going. I'm so close, so fuckin' close."

The climax paled in comparison to the last one, but it demanded Deana stop. She was getting too sensitive. "Ah, hurry, hurry up. I'm, ah, I'm there already, I'm cumming."

Rebecca shouted, "Fuck, oh fuck," then dove onto the carpet. Deana collapsed on top of her.

"Phew, you didn't tell me this thing would finger me."

Rebecca huffed. "I didn't know. You fucked me senseless."

"That's what you asked for." She slid off but left her leg over Rebecca’s back, and started kissing her neck. "Was it good?"

"Compared to your mouth and fingers, it sucked."

"Was it like the real thing?"

"Why, you wanna try it?"

"No," Deana said. "Did you want me to, to let you--"

"No, Dee, definitely not," Rebecca said. "You need the real thing."

"Good, because even though I love you, I want my first one to be somebody I love and the real thing."

"Can we get on the bed?"

“If you can help me up,” Deana said.

"I need you to help me."

“We need each other,” Deana said. “On three, we'll help each other.”

They got on the bed and lay on their sides, facing each other. Rebecca touched Deana's cheek, tucked hair behind her ear, and said, "I love you more now than ever."

"I feel the same way, and not because you made me faint."

"Try breathing next time," Rebecca said. "Who were you in love with, and why did you stop loving them?"

"I didn't, I love them differently now. It couldn't work, not for long."

Rebecca's fingers were rubbing Deana's earlobe. "Tell me more."

In her heart, she wanted to tell Rebecca, and that scared her almost as much as her father. "I know we never keep secrets from each other, but there is some stuff that shouldn't--"

"Dee, I know you, you need to tell me . . . want to, I see it in your eyes. I can almost feel it eating you up."

Why was this happening? She thought she was transparent with everyone except Cindy. "Really?"

"Yes, and it's not the first time. There has been something that you always held back, for years. Every time I ask you what it is, you make up some reason why you're acting strange."

"Rebecca, I do, I do want to tell you, but I've never told anybody, not even Cindy. It's not normal and it would change things between us."

"Nothing will change the way I feel about you. Dee, do you know how long I've been in love with you? Forever! Do you know how hard it was for me to hold it in? I was terrified that if I told you or acted on my feelings, it would make you go away. It was torture. I couldn't love you the way I wanted to because I was afraid I'd lose the love we did have."

Her friend had been going through the same thing she was. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, it was me and my stupid secret. All those times we slept in the same bed, I used to watch you sleep, wanting to touch you, kiss you, and tell you how I felt."

Deana was crying now. Rebecca's words had stabbed her in the heart. She was wounded and afraid she'd bleed out, spilling her secrets until her walls were entirely down. She'd be exposed, vulnerable, and in danger. "If I tell you, no matter how sick you think it is, will you promise--"

"Come on, Dee, you know me better than that. You can tell me anything, and I'll still be your BFF and more, lots more."

Tell her, tell her everything, and you'll be weightless and free. No, there was only one way she'd be free, and Rebecca couldn't help with that. Once again, Deana chose the lesser of the two evils. "It was Evan, I was in love with Evan. I still love him, but not the way I used to."

Deana watched Rebecca's face. It changed. Her girlfriend smiled. "Why are you so happy? I just told you I was in love with my brother."

"I'm sorry, I'm relieved. I thought you were going to tell me something really bad, not something I had already thought."

"What, you already thought that?"

"Of course," Rebecca said. "I always suspected there was something special between you and Evan, but then you gave it away."

“How?” Deana asked. “How did I give it away?” She didn't feel better. It upset Deana that she wasn’t better at hiding her feelings.

“You're a great actress, but not that good. Nobody can make out with their brother like you did and pretend it's just an act. It got so hot I didn't think it was going to stop.”

“That was an act, for you,” Deana said.

“Whatever,” Rebecca said. “You know he's in love with you too, don't you?"

“What makes you think that?"

“He was kissing you, too, but even without that, it's the way he treats you. Oh, and the way he looks at you and jumped at the opportunity to feel up your ass,” Rebecca said. “By the way, I'd love him too if he was my brother. He's a male version of you, wonderful.”

“Thanks,” Deana said. “That doesn't make me feel any better.”

"Tell me what happened with him. I know something must have happened. I heard it on the phone this morning, and when you got here, it was obvious."

"That's not important," Deana said. "I want him to be my first. What do you think of me now?"

"That shouldn't be hard, damn, look at you, you're irresistible. He'd do it in a second if you asked him."

"It's not that simple. Evan's afraid, and I made it worse."

"I'd be afraid too, it's taboo, but I would get over it, just like when you kissed me. If any other girl had kissed me, I would have run, but you, shit, I wanted to scream, finally! It was so hard to play it cool?"

"I can imagine, but I couldn't do it, couldn't play it cool. I rushed him. I acted like an animal and rubbed my pussy on him, then I manipulated him into the shower with me. You should have seen the look on his face when he realized what almost happened."

"No wonder you were excited when you got here. What exactly happened? Why didn't he--"

"I didn't give him enough time, then he missed or maybe it was too big, but it almost went in me. That snapped him out of it, and the reality of having sex with his sister freaked him out."

"Whoa, he almost went in you. How did it feel?"

"Rebecca!"

"Sorry, I can't help it, I need details, please."

"He was rubbing it on my back and my butt. His hands were on my chest and if I had taken my time, he would have, but I pushed up and leaned forward. He rammed it between my legs, and it hit the right spot, but it didn't go in. Does it hurt? If he had gone in, would it have hurt?"

"No, not at all. I can help you, and you can finally--"

"No, we can't, we shouldn't, he's my brother."

"You're not gonna dump me for him, are you?”

“No.”

“You planning on having his babies?"

"Are you crazy!"

"Good, that's good,” Rebecca said. “You want to have sex, need to know what it's like, and you want it to be somebody you love, Evan's perfect. I know he wants to, I saw the look on his face when you stopped kissing. He wants you as much as you want him. You still trust me, right?"

"Of course, but--"

"But nothing. You let me work my magic and everybody will be happy."

"What do you get out of this?"

"The satisfaction of getting you what you want. That's what BFFs with benefits do for each other. You'd do it for me, right?"

Deana's mind was buzzing. She had given up one of her huge secrets. Now, her best friend and lover wanted to help her lose her virginity to the only boy she'd ever been attracted to. How could that possibly happen? "Rebecca, this isn't normal . . . you know that, don't you?"

"You just fucked me with my mother's strap-on! What is normal?"

“I love you . . . more now than I did a few minutes ago.”

---

The next morning, Evan woke up thinking about driving Dale's car. It was still more like a dream than reality, but his excitement was mounting with each passing minute. All he had to do was get out of the house without talking to his mother. The night before at dinner, he kept expecting her to ask more questions about what he did at Miss Tonya's. She didn't, and that was good because he didn't want to tell her a lie.

Evan hadn't said that he was working at Miss Tonya's house today, but it was implied, so Evan had to avoid a direct question about where he was going. He sucked at lying to his mother. He would need a diversion if she was in the kitchen when he went downstairs.

There she was at the sink, cleaning up after his father, like a good wife. Evan said, "Good morning, beautiful."

Gloria's head popped up. “You finally noticed,” she said. “Thank you.”

“And I thought you were talking to me,” his mother said.

Diversion, he thought and put his hands on his mother's shoulders. "I was talking to both of you, of course." He started massaging her. She felt tense, but that seemed to be the norm lately. "You're the most beautiful mother and daughter in the world."

“That's nice of you to say, sweetheart.”

“It's the truth,” he said and walked to the table and wrapped his hands around Gloria's neck.

“That tickles, stop!”

“You're lucky I gotta go,” he said. “See ya'll later.”

When Evan got in his car, he was still expecting his mother to come out and ask him where he was going. Maybe he should have been direct and told her a lie, one that wouldn't be debunked by a simple phone call to Miss Tonya's house. He needed Deana to help him be sneaky because he sucked at it.

---

After Evan left, Candy asked Gloria, “What's up with your brother? Anything I should know?”

Gloria scratched her head and said, "Got me, but you know teenagers, it's probably not good."

"Hope not," Candy said. "If you hear anything, let me know." That would never happen, but it was what a mother should say, so she had.

"Mah, can I stay over at Jayda's tonight? Her mom already said it's cool."

"Sure, honey," Candy said. "I'm going to get started on my work."

“You mean your doctor junk?”

“Funny. Clean up after yourself. The maid took the day off,” Candy said. “See you later, and don't bother me unless it's important.”

"Okay," she said, slurping the last of the milk out of her cereal bowl.

---

Deana had woken up in Rebecca's bed more times than she could count, but never like this. She didn't think she had been dreaming, but what else would explain coming out of a sound sleep already grinning, on the verge of giggling. They weren't spooning, but her thigh was between Rebecca's, and their heads were on the same pillow. There wasn't anything special about the smell of Rebecca's hair, but it would be filed in a happy place in Deana's mind. She would always be able to bring back this moment with one sniff.

Great, I fell in love with a girl. Deana wouldn't let the thought spoil her mood. They had the rest of the summer to enjoy, then they could worry about how to hide it from everybody at school. Wouldn't it be easier than hiding a love affair with my brother?

Deana eased the covers down and admired the gymnast's body. Her skin was hot and moist where it pressed against Rebecca's crotch. It would be wonderful to wake up naked every day with someone she loved. Deana kissed Rebecca's neck, and her legs tightened. "Mm, that's nice."

She whispered in Rebecca's ear, "Good morning."

"Yes, it is," Rebecca said. "I've never had someone wake me with a kiss. Wanna move in?"

That would solve her problems. "I'm not sure our parents would approve."

"Then we have got to come up with a reason to spend as many nights together as possible," Rebecca said. "Remember when we were little and we'd do anything to have a sleepover?"

"Yeah, but we wore PJs then. This is better. What can we do together that would require tons of our time? We have to think of something."

"There's something we can do together right now. Something I've always wanted to do with you."

"Does it involve something from your mother's room?"

"It only requires three things, me, you and a shower."

"What if your parents come home?"

"We'll tell them we're concerned about the environment."

"Huh?"

"Water conservation, we're saving water."

Deana's nipples tingled. Being in the shower with Evan had been wonderful. "Yes, I'm very concerned about the water shortage. It's a shame we've already wasted so much by not taking showers together."

"It is," Rebecca said, "and think about all the time you wasted trying to wash your own back."

"Mm, my back needs to be scrubbed," Deana said. “Come on, let's get clean.”

Rebecca giggled. “No chance a shower is going to wash away the dirty thoughts I'm having.”

“Good.”

---

Evan turned left at the sign boasting the fastest high-bank dirt track in the South. There wasn't the normal Saturday night line of slow-moving cars, so he raised a cloud of dust behind him, blew through the grass parking lot, and headed straight for the pit gate. Evan felt important entering the zone reserved for race cars and their drivers. What had still seemed like a fantasy that morning was manifesting in the real world, and reality made Evan nervous.

Cindy's muscle car was right where her car hauler was every Saturday night, even though she could have parked anywhere in the empty pits. He got out of his car. It didn't feel right without the smell of race fuel, rows of car haulers, busy crew members, and all the noise he was so used to. It reminded Evan of the time he went to the carnival when it was closed--no music, people, or spinning rides--it felt like a sad place. The breakfast burrito he ate in two bites churned in his stomach.

He knew exactly where to find Cindy. She wasn't superstitious, but she had some predictable behavior. From the fence between turns one and two, Evan could see the whole track, and sure enough, Cindy was walking down the front straightaway, staring down at the red clay. His eyes played a trick on him, and he saw Deana. The feelings that stirred made him angry. Evan spit and started down the hill to the track.

The earbuds pumping music into Cindy's head made it easy for Evan to sneak up on her. He watched her ponytail swing and realized it hadn’t been the distance; Cindy just looked like Deana. He wanted to hug her but poked Cindy instead, then ducked.

She whirled around and shouted, "Evan, you idiot," then pushed stop on the player and continued at normal volume, "you scared me."

"Sorry," he said. "What are you listening to?"

"Cowboy Junkies," she said and twisted her sneaker on the dirt. "Hank did a great job preparing the track for us. Lots of grip.”

“Good.”

His cousin, in her element, was ready to talk racing. “We'll set your car up loose to start because there isn't gonna be this much grip on a Saturday night. Grip makes you tight, so let up, ease it into the turns. You'll be able to go hard on the way out, but you're going to push all the way to the middle coming in. Remember, loose is fast if you don't spin out, and tight is slow if you drive in too hard . . .“

He nodded continuously and let her go on for a few minutes. Evan had been listening to Cindy and Uncle JC talk racing for years and had always pretended he needed to absorb every word and use it in the car on race night. Then, on Saturday nights, he would repeat the words and act like a driver, but there was never a racecar for him to drive.

"Woe." He held up his hands. "Don't tell me everything at once. The car isn't even here yet."

"You're right,” she said. “We've got hours. I'm excited for you, that's all. It's about time you got a chance to show your talent."

Too bad he couldn't tell everybody he was getting his chance. "I think I'm too nervous to be excited."

Cindy stepped close. "If I didn't think you could do this, I wouldn't have arranged it, so relax. It's important to relax, clear your mind and focus."

He wasn't good at clearing his mind or focusing. “What's that?” It was the sound of a diesel engine. "Somebody's here."

"Probably Bear," Cindy said. “Let's go.”

On the way back to the pits, Cindy told Evan about the first time she drove a race car and how her mother was against it. He tried to figure out if Cindy was telling him she knew he hadn't asked his father. Cindy never came to their house anymore, and he couldn't imagine her talking to his father on the phone, so the only way she could know he hadn't gotten permission would be if she told Aunt Julia about it. No, she never talked about racing with her mother. He decided he was safe.

Cindy went on about how much she loved racing and how important it was to do the things you love, even if other people don't understand or try to stand in your way. Then she warned him, "Racing is like sex, good sex, it consumes you and makes you want more. Don't start something you can't stop . . . make sure it's something you really want to do and continue to do."

It was nice to hear Cindy compare racing with good sex, but her words scared Evan. He remained silent, walking beside her while she talked.

In the pits, they didn't find Bear, the guy who had been driving Cindy's car hauler since day one. It was Elliott, another driver who chipped in on the track renting fee. Elliott and two other guys were busy unloading a modified division car. Cindy said hello, introduced Evan, and told Elliott about the condition of the track, then she called Bear to see where he was.

When she ended the call, Cindy said, "He'll be here any minute."

Evan said, “Okay.”

“Evan, relax, you're gonna do great. I've seen you drive."

"Go-carts, hot laps, and a stinger, once," he said without looking up from his feet. "What if--"

Cindy cut him off, "Hey, too late for what if. It's set up, Dale expects you to drive his car, wants you to. He can't, and on race night the sponsors expect to see their car going around the track. I told him you could drive. He doesn't expect you to win, just follow the pack so his car is seen.”

"You didn't tell him anything that might make him expect more?"

"No, of course not," she said. "He knows, understands the situation. Just drive and listen to what I tell you."

It was against track rules to communicate with a driver during the race, but under the circumstances, Cindy thought it would be okay to break the rules. Racing was about breaking the rules to gain an advantage. Cindy never cheated, as far as he knew, even though many of the other drivers did and sometimes got caught.

Dale Davis arrived next, driving his own hauler. Dale had a day job at the paper mill and worked on his own car at night. He had two main sponsors: a big muffler shop and a local engine builder. If his engine had been provided by the sponsor, they wouldn't be happy if Dale didn't go fast. Evan had seen the car race, and it went fast. A lot would be expected of him, and that didn't help him relax, clear his mind, or make him focus.

Evan helped Dale unload the bright yellow car. That's when he realized it wasn't a street stock car, but a pure stock. The pure stock division is faster and has a higher caliber of drivers. He didn't ask Dale when he had changed divisions.

Bear arrived with a guy Evan didn't know, and the three of them got Cindy's car out of the hauler while she worked with Dale, setting his car up for the current track conditions. Evan did his best to listen to all the talk, hoping to pick up some tips. The noise and the activity eased his anxiety. It started to feel like a regular Saturday night, and he was only as nervous as he would have been if he was going to make some hot laps in Cindy's super late model.

---

In the shower, after they had lathered up, Rebecca got behind Deana. Her hands slid from Deana's shoulders down to her ass cheeks and back. "Mmmm,” Deana purred, “my back has never felt so clean."

Rebecca's hands came around to her stomach and made big circles, teasing her pussy mound. "I might need your help washing that, too," she said. Rebecca ignored her and squeezed her tits, trying to catch the soapy nipples, but they kept slipping out of her grasp. "Ahh, shit."

Rebecca humped her. "Is this what Evan was doing?"

"Yes, yes it was. He held me tight, squeezing my tits and rubbing on my ass."

"You're trembling," Rebecca said. “You must be thinking about it.”

"I swear, I swear you're gonna make me scream."

Rebecca forced her hand into Deana's ass groove. "Was his big cock doing this?"

"It was, that's what it was doing, sliding through my crack."

"What did you do?"

Deana's pussy demanded contact, rough, forceful contact. She pushed up and back, trying to get Rebecca's hands between her legs.

"Were you trying to make him hit you here?" The heel of Rebecca's hands crushed Deana's pussy lips.

She rose up on her toes and arched her body. "Oh, yes, his dick spread me and slid through my groove."

Rebecca's forearm sawed between Deana's legs, forcing her lips apart. She bent over until Rebecca's arm was hitting her clit. "Yes, that's it, that's it, right there."

"What did you want? Tell me, I wanna hear you say it."

"Don't make me say it.”

Rebecca increased the speed and force of her thrusts. “Tell me, say it, tell me what you wanted.”

“I wanted him inside me. I wanted it all the way in me. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Hell no,” Rebecca said. “Now tell me what you want.”

Her friend was bad, and she was making Deana insane with desire. She got in the position she had imagined getting fucked in, bent over, hands on the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said, and it felt good to let it out. "Do it, please do it, fuck me, fuck me."

Rebecca pressed two fingers against the mouth of her pussy hole and circled the rim. “Who, who do you want to fuck you? Say his name. I want to hear you say it.”

Her insides were on fire, and she would have said anything to get something in her pussy. "Evan, oh, Evan, put it in me! I need you. I need to have you in me."

Two of Rebecca's fingers thrust into her body. "Ah, thank god." The fingers plunged her hole while Rebecca's other hand flicked her clit with incredible speed. A climax was already building. "Oh, that's so good, so fuckin' good." Her arms tightened, pushing her against Rebecca's thrusts. "Oh, my god . . . it's incredible." Her orgasm spiked, and her body straightened up and shook. "Oh, please hold me, hold me tight."

Rebecca hugged her. “You're incredible.”

After they had dried off, Deana let her hair down and asked, "Does it bother you?"

"You mean, am I jealous because you want your brother to make love to you?"

"You don't have to put it that way."

"I don't think it does," Rebecca said. "I'm not sure why it's important to you, but it is, so I want you to."

"He's my brother."

"Maybe it's because I don't have a brother, I don't know, but I can't imagine a better person to lose your cherry to. You're so connected. Maybe it will be like when we do it? He might actually know what you like better than I do. Should I be worried?"

"I don't think so," Deana said. "I hope this doesn't scare you, but I can't imagine not being in love with you. I had no idea how much I loved you until we both said it last night. I'm not even worried about what that means, I just know I love you."

"Me too," Rebecca said. "Can we stay naked until we absolutely have to get dressed?"

"I won't be able to keep my hands off you."

Rebecca smiled. "Good."

---

The morning sun had baked the racing surface, turning it from red to brown. The car engines bursting to life and being revved told Evan that it was almost time. He started feeling jittery again. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Son," Dale said, "I seen you run that stinger and I knew you had talent. You're kin to Cindy, that's 'nough for me to know you gonna do fine."

"A stinger is just a little four-cylinder. I only drove it that one time and--"

"You tryin' ta talk me out of it?" Dale put a greasy hand on Evan's shoulder. "Cuz if you are--"

"No sir," Evan said. "I want to do this, but I didn't want you to think I had more experience than I do."

"I been knowing your cousin since she was pedaling a trike and been seeing you around this track nearly as long. I ain't gonna git in no family stuff, but I think you deserve a shot, a chance to race." He slapped Evan on the back. "Nuff said. Let's saddle ya up and git this party rollin'."

"Yes, sir!" Evan said and ignored his sense that everybody knew about his father.

Once Evan was tucked down into the glove like seat of Dale's car, with the belts tight, he was excited. He reached for the start switch. The car roared, sputtered, choked and stalled. Embarrassment blazed on his cheeks. He couldn't even start the car.

"It's tricky first time,” Dale said. “Pump her twice, then hit it and soon as it catches, pop her hard three times, then she'll purr like a lion."

The car rocked three times with a deafening scream. Race car mufflers weren't really to make the car quiet. He sighed and let the rumble soak into him. It was like he had never driven a car before and now he was expected to do it on a cliff in a thunderstorm, with a pregnant woman in the backseat.

Dale gave him the thumbs up and told him to go make some slow laps, then come back. Cindy and Elliot would be ready then.

After ten slow laps, Evan's father wasn't in his thoughts, but he was still nervous. The pressure was on to prove himself to Dale. Surely if he didn't go fast enough or crashed, Dale would find somebody else.

Cindy came over with her helmet in hand. “You ready?”

“When did Dale start driving pure stock?”

“He started working on this car last year and has been doing double duty this year. He's finally got all the bugs worked out and sold the street stock car,” Cindy said. “Did you think you were going to be in the other car?”

“Kind of.”

“Listen to me,” she said. “You have something that most drivers don't have, and it's a gift, you can't learn it. I should know because I got it, too. That's the only reason I been so successful. Now do what you do and remember all the stuff I've told you.”

“I will.”

“Make three laps below qualifying times, in a row."

"Three laps, in a row," he rubbed his chin, "are you serious?"

"Of course," Cindy said. “That shouldn't be hard for you. We'll do some laps first to get comfortable, then stay on my ass."

Evan kept his smart remark to himself, but he watched her ass until she was in her black and red number fifteen. When she was strapped in, he followed Cindy and Elliot toward the track. Cindy's super late model was in the fastest division that raced weekly, Elliott's modified car was the next fastest, then Dale's pure stock. Cindy had a great ass, but did she really expect him to stay with her?

That gift Cindy was talking about was something on the inside, an internal sense that let you drive by feeling rather than thought. There wasn't a speedometer or speed limit, and distance was measured in seconds that you didn't have time to count. Time and distance blurred as the laps flew by, but the driver still had to keep doing everything precisely at the right time and place on the track.

Evan had gotten into a rhythm following Cindy and lost count of the laps. The fear of getting caught was meaningless when the slightest misjudgment could send him careening into a concrete wall. His arms started to burn, and sweat stung Evan’s eyes, but it didn't distract him from his mission to run three qualifying laps. Every bump on the track's surface was stored in his brain. The sound of the car, the tension on the steering wheel, and how he flowed through the turns were all being processed and reused without conscious thought. He pressed the gas pedal to the floor, slammed the brake, turned left and worked the pedals through the turns, then back on the gas and do it again.

Dale was on the flag stand, waving a green flag. Cindy and Elliott rocketed away from him, and Evan realized they had still been running slow laps. He wasn't sure he had any more to give, but he held the accelerator down a split second longer and pressed the break less going into the turn. The additional pressure on the seat belt was obvious. The car squealed. Cindy and Elliott were already flying down the back straightaway. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pushed more, more, more.

Too much, he felt it in his gut. The car was in a four-wheel slide toward the wall. Loose, tight, push, spin . . . Cindy's words swirled around in his head, but they couldn't help now. He was going to crash Dale's car, and his racing career would be over before it started.

The right rear wheel caught on the dirt berm, and Evan hit the gas and seesawed the steering wheel. He was halfway down the backstretch before he exhaled. Had he saved it or gotten lucky?

It only took two laps, and the near-wreck was forgotten. Cindy and Elliott flashed by, lapping Evan. It made him mad and embarrassed, even though there was no realistic expectation that he would be able to keep up. Still, Evan pushed harder. Was he even close to qualifying lap speed?

He finally caught up to Cindy and Elliot coming out of turn four, then he saw the red and white flags waving together. They had already finished their last lap and were slowing to leave the track. Evan was hot, and his muscles ached, but he still regretted having to stop. If he drove too slow or Dale was pissed that he almost crashed, there might not be another chance to race.

The adrenaline rush was over, and Evan was exhausted by the time he parked behind the hauler and switched off the engine. There wasn't an ounce of energy left to give, and getting out of the car was difficult. Cindy was already out of her car and looked much better than he felt. Dale and Bear were hustling over from the grandstand. Evan leaned on the car and waited for the critics, hoping he didn't get his ass chewed.

Cindy looked at Elliott and said, "Dammit, you drove me hard."

Evan asked her how many laps she ran. He knew she had lapped him six times.

Cindy shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't?"

"No, never do," she said. "I watched the flag stand. When the flagman shows five to go, I start counting."

"Thirty-six laps," Dale said. "Evan, you ran thirty."

Thirty, he thought, it felt like five hundred. "Sorry about almost wrecking."

"Son, only thing you got to be sorry for is wasting time. You shoulda been in a car as soon as you hit legal age." He held up the stopwatch. "Bear, you ever seen a thing like that?"

Bear smiled and said, "Once, and I been drivin' her hauler ever since.” He poked Evan's chest with a beefy finger. “Kid, you drove the piss outta that car. Only problem you got, is figurin' how to get your old man to buy you a car."

Cindy asked, "Did he make qualifying laps, three?"

"Three?" Dale said. "More like a dozen, maybe more. I stopped countin' and enjoyed the show. Took ya'll a bunch a laps to put him down one.”

Cindy smiled. “I'm going to get out of this suit.”

Evan felt his pride swell. His dreams of racing were within reach, but he had one huge obstacle.

---

After Rebecca recovered from the orgasm Deana had given her, she sat up and said, “Pow-wow,” and she folded her legs.

Deana got in the same Indian style position with her knees touching Rebecca's. “You got the peace pipe, Tonto?”

"Kemosahbee, no wacky weed for us today. We have to make a plan," Rebecca said.

“Ooh, can we ride Silver together?”

Rebecca bounced up and down. “Mm, that would be fun, but no. Maybe later you can ride me, though.”

“I won't even need a saddle for that.”

“Pow-wow, let me get to the point. I told you I would help you and I've been thinking about it. I got some ideas. You ready?”

Deana closed one eye. “I bet you'll tell me whether I'm ready or not.”

"Of course. My first idea is this, you catch me and Evan having sex, and you demand he stop because he promised. Then he has to make it up to you by--"

“No, not a good idea.”

“I figured you'd say that, so how 'bout I make him think he's going to have sex with me, but I blindfold him and you come in and sit down on--"

“No,” Deana said. “I hope you have a plan B. I want it to happen because he wants to, and I'd like us to be alone.

“That sucks.”

“At least the first time,” she said and her face got warm.

“Mm, okay, so here is my real plan. It starts a little like the first, so hear me out before you reject it. You'll like it, I promise.”

Deana didn't expect she would but agreed anyway. "Go ahead, but it better not involve any of your mother's stuff."

“Nope, it's the perfect plan. You'll get to have that special moment, you and Evan, making love. It'll be beautiful and you'll remember it for the rest of your life.”

“I'm actually listening to you . . . to a plan you thought up, so I can lose my virginity to my brother. This is insane,” she said. “What is wrong with us?”

“Nothing, nothing at all. Love is blind, so don't worry about how it might look to somebody else. Let me work my magic.”

“I love you, but your magic still scares me a little.”

“Your first time would be scary even if it wasn't Evan, believe me, I was scared.”

“At least I'm not going to have him put it in my butt.”

“Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Honestly, Reb, I doubt it. Now tell me about plan B.”

“Alright, the first thing we need is a day when my parents aren't home, which is pretty much every weekday. Then I'll get Evan to find us tanning. I'll get him to touch you . . . inappropriately.”

“Hold on.”

"Just wait, let me finish. You're pretending you think it's me, then you freak out when you realize it's him."

“How is that going to get me--"

“Let me finish.”

“Sorry, go on.”

"He'll feel really bad. You know how he is. You don't speak to him and make him come to you. He'll want to try and make things right. You play hard to get, but make sure he sees a bunch of you. Don't flirt, but, you know, towels, short shorts, boob slips and maybe another charley horse. Draw him in and get cozy, and before long, he'll be the one to--"

"You're bad, very bad, and devious." She actually liked plan B. "I love it, and I love you, too."

---

When he got home, Evan had considered parking down the block and coming through the backyard to avoid his father's stupid cameras, but if his mother happened to be in the kitchen, he'd have to explain not having his car. That would be digging an even deeper hole, so he decided to take his chances and parked in the driveway. If his mother was in her office working, she might hear him, but Evan thought he could get into the bathroom before she saw him. A quick shower, and she'd never suspect a thing.

Now that he was in the shower washing away the dirt and smell, Evan realized the excitement bubbling inside him would be more difficult to hide. Cindy was impressed and proud of him, and she never mentioned his father or getting permission. All he had to do was play it cool and hope his father went to China before his race. In his mind, it would be better to do it and get in trouble later than be told not to and do it anyway.

After his shower, Evan was less paranoid but not confident that he could pull it off. When he saw his mother, she would look at him and ask questions. Lying about a lie was worse than just lying. Was telling his mother the truth the way to go? With her on his side--No, his father wouldn't change his mind, especially when he found out how far things had already gone. His mother might be on his side and tell him to just do it. No, he couldn't implicate her in the dishonest act. Keep the secret, Evan told himself, then take your lumps after. That was the only way to go. Now, how could he avoid his mother?

Evan opened the bathroom door. Shit, how does she do that? "Mom." He wasn't ready to face her with his clothes on. This was worse.

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