Potential - Book 4 - Under the Same Roof

by EroticScribbler{/c}

©Copyright 2018 by EroticScribbler{/c}

Chapter 1

Mary Barnes stood under the arch that separated the hallway from the kitchen, wondering if it was her thoughts causing the feelings or her body making her think such things. The part of her brain that was still under the medication's restraint screamed, starve those desires. It's better to die of starvation than taste the forbidden fruit. But time and lots of water had washed most of the pharmaceuticals out of her, and Mary’s carnal needs had become a hungry beast.

Becky sat at the table, and Mary moved toward her. Becky had the same chestnut hair as Elizabeth and took it upon herself as a young girl to put it in those enticing pigtails Elizabeth had worn. Mary had discouraged it many times, but that only made Becky more persistent. Mary figured it was part of what her parents said, "God will punish you." That explained why she had a daughter who reminded her of the unforgivable sin she committed over and over again with Elizabeth, Mary’s first and only true love.

How ironic, Mary thought. Her parents used biblical nails and shame to build the box they locked her in, and she escaped only to marry a more hypocritical version of her father. Then, while telling her shrink every ungodly thought she had, Mary used the pills he gave her and rebukes from her husband to construct her own prison.

Years after her daddy issues husband ran off to California, Mary still wore the self-imposed chains. Every time her son's manly bulge caught her eye, or Becky wore shirts that demanded a bra, displaying a mirror image of Elizabeth's obscenely erect nipples, or she got ensnared by one of her daughter's enticing traps set for Jason, Mary killed her feelings with another pill and fortified the walls that held her in.

Without a husband to criticize her body or accuse her of being a whore when she tried to fulfill her sexual needs or the medication to kill the real Mary, a beautiful new world had emerged. It was bursting at the seams with erotic imagery, arousing smells, sensual touches, and pleasures that rivaled the first-time experiences from her youth. It was as if Mary had been granted a second chance at life. If it had been an overnight change, Mary would have been overwhelmed and terrified and run back to the bland, dull life on medication. But it hadn't happened all at once. Day by day, her mind returned, and for the first time in years, Mary masturbated. It took several tries before the pleasure came without the guilt and even more before she allowed herself to fantasize. Eventually, Mary was free enough to let her son's best friend join her in the land of pretend. She expected a bolt of lightning the morning she had the audacity to finger herself in the hallway outside Becky's room while Evan fucked her daughter. When the boy looked at her in the kitchen on his way out, Mary swore she would go back on the pills and see the psychologist before something crazy happened. Instead, Mary convinced herself she could draw the line between fantasy and reality. She had enough self-control to handle anything, but something went wrong.

Her daughter, Becky, thought and acted like young Mary had and looked like Elizabeth, the girl who had always been able to make Mary forget the things she swore she'd never do again.

The previous night, when Becky came to Mary’s bedroom, climbed into bed, and kissed her on the mouth, her daughter's lips unhinged Mary from reality. Time rolled back, and Mary was in the hayloft, reliving the last time she had been with Elizabeth. It had been a beautiful, passionate love-making session twenty years ago.

Now, Mary had to live under the same roof with Becky, a girl she loved with an unbreakable maternal bond. How could she want her daughter in every other ungodly way imaginable? God had opened the floodgates of his wrath just like her father, the preacher, said the day he told Mary she could never see Elizabeth again.

Mary collected the hair hanging over the back of the chair. Becky tilted her head back and asked, "Are you mad at me?"

She weaved the chestnut strands into a sloppy braid. Becky turned and rose to her feet. Mary looked her daughter in the eyes, wondering when Becky got so tall.

"Mom," Becky said and slipped her arms around Mary's waist, "I love you."

"I know, honey, and I love you." She held Becky's face.

Becky grabbed Mary’s wrist and kissed her hand. "I don't mind if you call me Elizabeth."

"Why would you say that?"

"You kept saying it last night," Becky said. "I kinda liked it." She pressed her lips to Mary's palm.

"Your father wouldn't let me name you Elizabeth," Mary said and kissed Becky's brows. "That's probably a good thing."

Becky giggled.

Mary grabbed her daughter's hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom. "It'll be our secret."

Becky smirked. "Yeah, one of our secrets."

Chapter 2

Deana awoke disoriented in the late afternoon, thinking it was the morning after a full night of sleep. She looked around and saw it was her brother's bedroom. Evan was sleeping beside her. She weaved a few scraps of hazy memory together, and the pieces of the mental puzzle fell into place.

The previous night, after fucking on the couch while talking to their mother, they went to bed in her room and got up that morning, boasting of the most peaceful night of sleep either could remember. In the kitchen, they talked about what happened the previous afternoon in the shower. Evan told Deana he knew she secretly listened outside the bathroom door, knowing he was jerking off while thinking about her. Deana did admit that she had wanted Evan back then, but she didn’t mention having the same vision or whatever it was that had passed between them.

They went to Gloria's bed, and Evan made love to Deana like never before. She had more orgasms than could have been counted. Then, the same way it happened in the shower, their thoughts, memories, and emotions became one shared experience. They fell asleep and didn't wake up until-Shit, Deana thought, that hadn't been a dream. Cindy had been there, and Deana lied to Evan, then took him upstairs to cuddle so he couldn't call Cindy. Her brother would have asked too many questions, so it was better if he didn't know their cousin had come into the house.

Deana carefully slipped out of Evan's bed and sat on the top step outside his door in the dimly lit stairwell. Her mind went back through what happened earlier. Cindy had been waiting for her to come out of the shower. Deana realized Cindy was holding the shorts and Victoria’s Secret bag she and Evan abandoned yesterday on the porch. It was clear evidence of their nefarious behavior, but Cindy pushed that concern aside with a casual warning to be more careful. Deana panicked, thinking her cousin saw Evan fucking her in Gloria's bed, but Cindy had set her at ease again. That was when Cindy kissed her. It must have been the same kind of kiss the nineteen-year-old racecar driver used to get Candy into the bathroom stall.

One touch from those warm, passionate lips and powerful tongue was all it took. Deana knew her towel had fallen, and for a second, it shocked her, but then it didn't matter. Cindy's eyes were drilling down into her soul, smashing through the proverbial closet door and ripping open the box labeled, "To the grave secret, never open." Deana felt exposed and vulnerable and tried to run and hide, but Cindy's powerful arms forced her to face the devastating fear of being found out. Sobs racked her body, and Deana tumbled into the darkness. Time stood still while each memory tore open old wounds. They festered with new pain. Hatred fueled Deana's rage, and she tried to flee again, but her cousin held on like the superhero Deana had always imagined Cindy to be.

Broken like a wild stallion, she went limp in Cindy's arms. Her cousin's eyes glistened with loving empathy, and the stranglehold became a compassionate embrace. Then, Cindy opened herself up, inviting Deana in. Time stopped again, and Deana saw all the pieces that made up the strong, witty, kick-boxing racecar driver. She would never see Cindy as the cousin she'd always been. The truth about their relationship had been revealed in that moment of intimacy. How the fuck would Deana ever look her father in the eyes again without a gun in her hand?

Still somewhat dazed and traumatized after reliving what happened with Cindy, Deana walked mindlessly into the kitchen, staring at the floor. Candy cleared her throat, and Deana jerked to a stop. Instinctively, she crossed an arm over her chest and placed a hand in front of her crotch, which now had a prickly five o'clock shadow. "Ah, Mom, oh, shoot, Mom, I didn't know you were home." Run was Deana's first thought, but Candy's expression held her.

"Does that make it okay to walk around like that?" Candy asked.

Deana didn't think her mother wanted an answer, so she waited. Candy’s steps were hesitant at first; she seemed nervous, then her stride increased. Her mother's nipples stiffened, and Deana followed the side-to-side swish of the brown rings under the stretched-thin fabric. She licked her lips, thinking about Cindy sucking on Candy's nipples. The thought excited her, so Deana looked away. Her mother's belly button was exposed, and below it, baby-blue yoga pants clung to the woman's crotch. Deana swallowed the lump in her throat as Candy stopped in front of her. Deana's arms fell, hanging at her sides. It was like the morning they kissed, except now, Deana knew it was Cindy that her mother was thinking about. Inside her head, Deana screamed, say something. "Mmm . . . Mom, you okay?"

"I'm fine," Candy said, placing her hands on Deana's waist. They were so soft, and their placement on Deana's naked body could only be interpreted as a sensual touch. "Dee, you're beautiful."

Leave, walk away, run, Deana told herself, but she stood there and said, "Thank you." This is so wrong.

Warm, smooth palms cupped the prominent nobs at the front of Deana's hips, and fingertips circled the sensitive hollows above her thighs. Under other circumstances, it might have tickled, but instead, hot lubricating moisture loosened her tingling labia. She wanted to hug her mother. "You sure, ah, sure you're okay?"

Candy nodded; her hands slid around, flirting with the groove above Deana's tailbone. Love might be blind, Deana thought, but the combination of love and lust was blind, deaf, dumb, and treacherous. Fear ripped at her integrity, telling Deana it might be the only chance to be with Candy the way Cindy had. Candy's arms encompassed her lower back. Their bellies pressed together, and her mother asked, "Honey, why wouldn't I be?"

The cushions of Candy's chest pressed against Deana's as her mother's arms tightened. Suddenly, a tremendous sadness washed over her. "Mah, mah, Mommy." She threw her arms around Candy and clung to her the way Cindy might have.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," Candy said. "I love you, too."

The desperate embrace gradually transitioned to a comforting hug that would have been expected between a mother and daughter-that’s if Deana hadn't been naked. Candy released her, and she assumed her protective stance. "I better go, Mom. I better . . . "

Candy gave a reluctant nod. Deana turned, walked a few feet, and glanced back. Her mother was staring, and knowing the woman she called Mom was watching her ass made Deana smile. "See ya later," she said.

"Mmhmm, you will," Candy said, "but now I'm gonna lay down for a little while."

"Okay." Was that an invitation, Deana wondered?

Before Candy disappeared into the back hallway, she said, "You and Evan are on your own for dinner. Sorry."

Once Deana was in her room, sitting at her desk, arousal waned, and shame blossomed. She hadn't thought of herself as a cheater, yet she would have jumped into bed with Candy despite first-hand knowledge of Cindy's love for Candy. And even now, with her compromised integrity in full view, the little demon in Deana's brain suggested her likeness to Cindy should be exploited. She should go to Candy's room. It may have been an invitation.

Deana didn’t listen to that bad voice, but every spot Candy had touched buzzed with physical memory, and her brain flashed vivid pictures of the woman. Over and over, they looped, replaying the whole scene. Then, Deana thought of something Candy said: "I love you, too." Had she heard her mother correctly?

Deana didn't remember telling Candy she loved her, but if she had, that would explain, too. It could have also meant, I love Evan and you, too. The third possibility made Deana shiver.

Candy closed her bedroom door, fell against it, and slid down. Each day that passed, Deana's beauty, witty humor, sexy flirtations, and loving heart made her more like Cindy. How easy it had been to run to Deana and fall into a passionate embrace. The first time something like that happened, Deana had caught her off guard during a weak moment of missing Cindy, but this time, she was the one who almost kissed Deana. She wanted to, but that couldn't happen.

How was she going to live under the same roof with someone who reminded her of the girl who had been her lover? Worse than that, Candy was trapped in the same house with a boy she loved the way she had loved Gloria's father. Those feelings would be impossible to hide, and John would see it. Then what?

Chapter 3

Evan knocked and opened Deana's door. His sister jerked and turned away from the window. The look on her face made him say, "I'm sorry I didn't wait for an answer, but Mom's home."

"I know I already saw her."

"Like that?" he asked.

"Yup, naked as ya can be."

"Shit, what did she say?" he asked. "And why didn't you warn me?"

"It's not like you haven't already put that," she pointed at his dick, "in her."

"Yeah, but what if I walked in while you were there? She would have known something was up with us."

"Relax, she's in her room," Deana said and went back to staring out the window.

"What's up with you?" he asked and started massaging Deana's shoulders. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Um, you seem mad, sad, or something."

"I'm fine, and stop that." She shrugged his hands away.

"Why?"

"Because your massages always lead to other things, and Mom is home."

He put his hands on her neck without massaging it. "Tell me what happened with Mom."

"What makes you think something happened?"

"Dee, it’s not like it was when I was too busy jerking off," he said, "I know when there's something wrong." He spun Deana around on the desk chair and knelt in front of her. "Go ahead, tell me what's going on."

"I stood in front of Mom without anything on, and she hugged me."

"And?"

Deana hung her head, avoiding eye contact. "I want her, wanna feel her skin on mine, explore every curve, kiss every inch of her, and taste her . . . I wanted to taste her and make her cum while she looked into my eyes."

"Whoa, jeez, um, what's wrong with that? It wouldn't bother me."

"I can't," Deana said.

"You scared?" he asked. "Let's both go and get in bed with her."

"Trust me, Evan, that's not what she needs," Deana said. "There is some crazy shit going on, and she needs us . . . our help."

The intense, dark stare and the solemn expression on his sister's face made him nervous. "What are you talking about? Did she say something?"

"No, but she didn't have to. I could tell," Deana said.

"How?"

"It's a girl thing, we just know stuff."

"Stuff," he mumbled. "What stuff?"

"Like when another girl is in love. Mom's in love with someone."

"Huh? Who, me?"

"Yes, I'm sure she loves you, but there is someone else, someone who she has been in love with for a while, and I think we're complicating things for her."

"You mean me, I'm complicating things, but how could she be? Mom doesn't know anyone, any men, and she never goes anywhere. Who could she possibly be in love with?"

"I didn't mean you. I meant me-us, and I don't think it's a man," Deana said.

He got up, pulling Deana to her feet, held her face in his hands, and stared into her eyes. "Who is it?" His sister knew.

"I don't, don't know," Deana said and struggled.

He held on tight. "Dee, why don't you trust me?"

"I do, I swear, more than anybody. It's you and me, and-It's us against the world, the same as it's been since Mommy was taken away from us." Deana sank into Evan’s hug.”

The pain Deana felt evoked a sudden rage, and Evan trembled. "I love you, no matter what, I'll always love you."

"I know that," she said.

"Then you should tell me things, the stuff you don't want me to know."

"I will," Deana said. "Mom might know about us. I don't know how long she was home or if she knows I came from your room, so go find out if we're in trouble."

"Why me?"

"She's used to you being in her room. Find out if she knows, and that's all. Don't ask her any questions or do what you normally do."

Evan nodded. "Fine, I'll do it in a little while, but I'm hungry. Did we even eat anything today?"

"Not unless you count what you did to me in Gloria's room." His sister almost smiled. "The rest of the time, we were sleeping."

"I guess we were," he said. "You wore me out yesterday with all that-"

"Wait a second, I'm the one who should be worn out . . . or at least sore, which I am, thank you very much."

"Anytime."

"Mom said we should handle dinner without her, but I think she expects us to wear clothes."

A shiver-jerk spazzed his body. "Fuck, can you imagine if we could live like this forever?"

"Honestly, I don't think I could stand seeing Mom and Gloria naked without-"

"No, please don't say it," he said. "I can't think about that right now. I'm too hungry to have a boner."

"Wow, let me write that down. It's a first."

Evan shook his head and went to his room for clothes.

Chapter 4

Darlene rotated the scissors, digging the point into her thigh. She paused, then applied more pressure and turned them the other way. Her skin stretched, threatening to tear. It was one of those situations that Darlene should write about. Her journal and favorite pen were on the floor between her outstretched legs. The school psychologist always said, "Speak to a parent or other trusted adult rather than acting out." Darlene shifted, and the beanbag seat crunched under her ass. Her parent was passed out on the couch with her mouth hanging open, and Darlene had considered pissing down the woman's throat.

Miss Style was the only adult Darlene trusted, but she was off to California again. Boy George was her next thought. She could sneak into the Andersons' backyard and let him fuck her. If Mr. Anderson caught them, he might fuck her, too.

It had never made Darlene feel less abandoned, but assuming her mother was a meth addict at least gave the woman an excuse. Gloria said the woman who was supposedly her mother was cool and rich, and they all went skinny dipping in her giant pool. That was the kind of mother Darlene had always dreamed about, someone like Miss Style, without a cock, of course.

Darlene liked Gloria and wanted to be excited with her about finally meeting her aunt, but not knowing any of your mother's family wasn't as bad as not knowing who your parents were. Still, Darlene wanted to be happy for Gloria. It wasn't her fault, and Gloria had always been kind. She was the type of sister Darlene would want, but she'd settle for a kissing cousin, and that girl sure knew how to kiss.

A burst of piss shot across the crappy carpet. Blots soaked into the top page of her journal. Darlene watched the blue ink spread out as the paper swelled, blurring her previous thoughts. The scissors drew blood. Darlene stiffened and released the three Cokes she drank earlier in a long arching stream. The golden liquid splattered her feet and ankles. It was better than drowning the woman in the other room or getting caught with a dog's dick in her. Wasn't it?

Darlene swore and punctured her leg again. It was stupid to let herself imagine a family and happily ever after. That wasn't her lot in life. Sally probably wasn't her mother, anyway, but even if she were, the woman had given her up when she was a baby. Was there any excuse for that?

Chapter 5

After Evan ate lots of things his mother wouldn't make for dinner, he stood outside his parent's door for a minute without knocking. Then, he raised his fist but still didn't knock. If Candy was asleep, Evan wanted her to stay that way. If she was awake, Candy might pretend not to be, and he'd be in trouble for entering without knocking. Finally, Evan told himself you're the man of the house and opened the door.

Candy was in bed on her back. He locked the door, walked over, and stood there, staring. Her left leg was straight, her foot uncovered, and the other leg was bent, forming a triangle under the sheet. It appeared she had been propped up on two pillows, but they were only under her left shoulder now, twisting Candy’s upper body to the right. It seemed uncomfortable. Maybe she'll need a massage, Evan thought.

A silky sheet laid loosely over the hills and valleys, masking the sculpted perfection Evan knew so well. Deana's right, he told himself, but kept staring at the outline of his mother's body, imagining the lazy posture of her breasts, flat stomach, the mound above her pubic bone, and the thick swells of labia. If Candy spread her legs, the outer flaps would part and flaunt the fiery pink of her inner flesh. The memory of the first time his tongue was engulfed in the pungent, womanly juices made Evan’s body stiffen and jerk. It had taken his breath away.

The night he snuck into Candy's room, her cute little feet had been the first thing Evan noticed. Then, he saw the red panties that could barely contain what had been the object of thousands of his fantasies; his mother’s pussy.

Evan didn't have a foot fetish, but he knew from Deana and Miss Tonya what a sensual pleasure zone the feet were. Candy's pinky toe twitched when his lips approached the ball of her foot. He gently exhaled, and two toes wiggled. What kind of creepy pervert would kiss their mother's toes while she slept? Pretty much the kind of pervert I've become, Evan thought and reached into his pocket. Deana hadn't said which foot or toe, but only the left was exposed, and that was the one he wanted. It was silly because it wasn't her hand, and that wasn't what the ring was supposed to symbolize, but he wanted to see it on her left ring toe if there was such a thing.

"Mom," he whispered, holding her big toe between his thumb and index finger.

Candy jerked, and her head snapped up. Her wide eyes and stressed face quickly softened when she saw him. "Evan."

"Mom," he said. The grin he fought to suppress matched the one he had as a boy while giving Candy the first Mother's Day present he bought with his allowance money.

"Honey, we can't."

"I know," he said, "I got you something."

"You what?" Candy asked and righted herself on the pillows so she could watch him.

The tip of Evan's finger gently circled the underside of her toe. The tension faded, and Candy's countenance turned. He kissed the tip of her toe and separated it from the others. "Mom, I want you to have something special from me." He slipped the three bands over her toe, tenderly moving it down while his chin wrinkled and his eyes blinked, fighting back the emotions. "It will remind you of us." He pressed his lips to the bottom of her foot, and tears fell on her toes. "I love you." He bowed his head to hide his embarrassment.

It was a beautiful symbol of their love, yet it felt like an ending, a sad, brokenhearted ending.

"Baby, look at me."

Evan lifted his head and dragged his forearm across his face. Candy was sitting up. A trail of tears ran down her cheeks, fell to her chest, and inched toward her nipples. "Baby, come here." She patted the spot on the bed next to her.

Evan crawled up alongside his mother without looking at her. She kissed his forehead, laid back on the pillows, and said, "Let me hold you."

He collapsed beside her and rested his head on her chest while Candy strummed fingers across his cheek. His tears spilled into her cleavage. "Don't worry, honey," she said, "it's all going to work out. I promise."

Their roles had reverted back, and Evan let Candy mother him the way she used to. So much for his newfound manhood and protecting Candy from his father.

Evan rolled on his back, and Candy turned on her side, looking down at him. "Want a pillow?" He shook his head, and Candy said, "Thank you for letting me hold you. I like being your mother, too. Sometimes I need that."

"Mmhmm." It felt like an utter defeat to Evan, but he understood. Sometimes, he wanted to hold Gloria as if she were still a little kid.

"I still need you," Candy said and put her hand on his chest. "Just because we can't be together, doesn't mean I don't still want you and need you that way, like a man . . . my man. I do. I see you that way, even though I'm your mother."

Evan put his hand on Candy’s and said, "You do?"

"Of course. I'm here for you as a mother and other times . . . you're a man, and I need that, too. I love you both ways, but sex is, well, it's just something we shouldn't do." She kissed him. He nibbled her lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth, anticipating his mother's resistance.

Candy pulled away, sighed, rolled on top of him, and pushed herself up, sitting back on her folded legs. He looked down at the woman's pussy, resting on his stomach. It was warm and moist. She squeezed his pecks and reached for his neck, leaning forward. Her tits swung and bumped together. He slid his hands up the slopes of her thighs until his thumbs were pressed into the joining of her groin and legs. Candy pushed her tit toward his face, offering him the swollen nipple. He kissed it, circled it with his tongue, and sucked it deep into his mouth. "Mmmm." She purred and said, "This has to be our last time."

Evan nodded with the nipple between his teeth, tugging playfully.

"Good, good, that's good, our last time," she said.

For the first time since their affair started, Evan was thinking about ways to fuck Candy after his father came back, even while he was there in the house. That would add another dimension to their lustful secrets.

Candy's ass rose, and Evan held on to it, pulling himself down between his mother’s legs. She combed her fingers through his hair. "Last time," she mumbled, "our last time."

Evan pressed his fingertips into the smooth, spongy folds and opened Candy’s labia. The pink, juicy inner flesh appeared. He pursed his lips and blew a pointed stream of air. His mother moaned and pulled his hair. His mouth watered with anticipation. Evan wanted to plunge his tongue in and make his mother cum.

There would never be a last time if Evan had his way, but just in case, he restrained himself. Every other time they made love, there had been that nervous, fearful rush because he either couldn't believe it was happening or was afraid she might suddenly realize they shouldn't be fucking. This time, he would do everything Miss Tonya taught him about pleasuring a woman so Candy never forgot this day, and she'd know how much he loved her.

Evan moved out from under Candy, grabbed her hips, and flipped her on her back. She gasped and asked, "What are you doing?"

He faked confidence, smiled, and shoved Candy's body up the bed. "If this is the last time, I want it to be special," he said, sitting with her feet in his lap. "I want you to always remember how much I love you." He started massaging the arches of her feet. This is going to take some time, he thought.

"Honey, I know that and could never forget." Candy's eyes glistened while she watched him turn the ring on her toe and purposefully kiss each one. "I love you and Deana more than there are words to tell you."

Evan sucked in one of his mother's toes. She fell against the pillows and said, "Ah, and I'm never gonna forget this, am I?"

"Never," he said and went to work.

Chapter 6

It wasn't as loud as it had been the night in the racetrack bathroom, but only because Deana was listening from the other side of a locked door. She huffed and plodded back to the kitchen. Damn him, Deana thought. I tell him to stay away, and he's in there fucking her for over an hour. She spun on her socked foot and marched back to their parent's door. Candy was still grunting and groaning. Deana winced. What would I have done if it wasn't locked, stop them? No, not that. What then, she asked herself?

Fuck, how could he do that? Deana rushed back to the kitchen and turned in circles. Who am I to judge? I have a girlfriend, and I'm fucking Evan, too. And two hours ago, I was ready to jump in bed with Candy. Deana grabbed her phone off the table.

"Hey, girlfriend," Rebecca said. "What's going on?"

"I was just outside my mother's room listening to them fuck."

"Whaaah, whaah, what? Who's fucking, Cindy and Candy?"

"Evan, Evan is in there."

"Lah, loo, look, look in and tell me what's happening."

"Stop stuttering, and no, no, I'm not gonna look."

"Why not?" Rebecca asked.

"It's locked, the door is locked."

"Oh, so that's why you're all pissy."

"Pissy?"

"Yeah, you sound pissed," Rebecca said. "You mad because you can't watch your brother's big dick hammering in and out, ah, in, out, mm, in and out of your mother's beautiful pussy?"

"Shut up!"

"So you're jealous because it's not you," Rebecca said. "Is it Candy or Evan you want to be with?"

"No, but I told him he shouldn't-"

"Shouldn't ram your mother's delicious pussy with his giant prick? You think she's on her hands and knees, taking him from behind? You wish you were under her, licking the sweetness of her lust while your brother slides in and out?"

"Stop, stop, stop it, please, stop it."

"Are you crying?" Rebecca asked.

"No, ah, yeah, I guess."

"Baby, I'm sorry, I was only playing, fooling around," Rebecca said. "I didn't realize-What happened? What's wrong?"

"Cindy, Cindy, she's in love with Candy, and Evan's in there."

"Dee, you're in love with me, right?"

"I know, I know, I am, I don't know."

"Yes, you do," Rebecca said. "So tell me about it."

As much as Deana wanted to tell someone, how could she repeat something she only heard in her head? "Reb, I guess I feel sorry for Cindy. She came to see me. She's torn up because my mother told her it was too dangerous, and she won't see her anymore."

"Dangerous?"

"You know, if my father found out, he would freak out and cut Cindy off. He pays money for racing and for college when she goes."

"No doubt it would be bad to get caught," Rebecca said, "but why would your father pay for her school?"

"I don't know," she said. "Things seem so crazy, confusing."

"Dee, I'm worried about you."

"Don't," Deana said. "I'll be fine once I'm with you. That's all it is. I'm emotional. I miss you."

"I miss you, too," Rebecca said. "Can you come over now and spend the night?"

"Mm, let me see," Deana said. "When my mother's done . . . ah, fucking my brother, I'll talk to her."

"Oh, my, God, do you have any fuckin' idea how that sounded?" Rebecca asked. "I swear I'm about to get off. Say it again."

"No, I gotta go."

"And what, keep listening to them?" Rebecca asked. "Tell me what's happening."

If her girlfriend had been there listening to Candy's shouts, Rebecca would have broken through the door. "No. I have to be quiet."

"So you are gonna listen more. You better tell me every detail while I'm fucking-"

"Bye, love you, bye." Deana ended the call, silenced her phone, and went back to sit on the floor with her ear to the door. She wanted to hear everything, even the tiny whimpers, cries of pleasure, and especially the whispered declarations.

Deana bit her lower lip and held her breath to listen better.

Chapter 7

Candy was on her stomach, and Evan stared at the broad, fleshy cushions. The woman's ass was magnificent. He squeezed and kissed the swells. She flexed, and a ridge formed down the center of each cheek, making her ass cleavage more glorious. He wanted to do what he had imagined in the kitchen so many times and fuck the groove the way he had her daughter's tits, but that wasn't something Candy would remember forever.

Other than titty fucking Candy and cumming on her face, they had done everything except-Miss Tonya had warned him, "Not all girls are into that, but those that are will worship you and beg for it if you do it right." Evan hoped Candy fell into the latter group.

A warm, moist stream of air led the way for Evan’s lips. Candy murmured. The scent of her well-fucked pussy was infused with the animalistic smell of anal taboo if that was a thing he could actually perceive with his nose. The gap narrowed with an instinctive urge to reject his tongue, but Evan pushed on, using his hands to make room for his face. Candy jerked, coiled up, and shoved her middle off the mattress. His face was stuffed deep in her ass cleavage. The tangy, sweet flavor on his tongue excited him. Candy's body reversed, smashing her groin into the bed, so Evan shoved a hand under her pubic bone. She hunched and ground her crotch on it. He grabbed her mound with his fingers and pushed his thumb into her juicy slit. Candy bucked against the stiffness of his tongue and forced his thumb into her pussy. He tongue fucked the nerve-laden inner edges of his mother’s asshole while she kicked the mattress and thrashed on Evan’s hand.

Candy pushed off the headboard and shoved her ass up. "Now it’s my turn to make sure you never forget our last time," she said.

Evan knelt between her legs, grabbed Candy’s hips, and yanked her up onto her hands and knees, hoping his mother meant what he thought. His erection was smashed into a luscious ass-cheek sandwich. "I want it, baby, want it in the ass."

Forever, those words would be seared on Evan's brain. No matter how many times he replayed them, they would always have the same impact. He shoved his cock down and forcefully dragged the head through his mother's wetness. Lustfully, Candy moaned her approval. He circled the silky anal bud with his slick knob, gradually applying more pressure. Candy purred and changed the angle of her body. Her anus yawned its readiness, so he pushed, and heat enveloped his dick head. Evan stared at the cock lodged in his mother's asshole as if he couldn't imagine it was his. Then autopilot took over.

Candy bolted upright on her knees, and Evan wrapped his arms around her stomach. She flung her head back, banging it on his shoulder. He humped, driving himself upward into his mother's body. Her jostling tits bounced on his forearms. She reached over her head and grabbed his neck. He groped her crotch, slicing two fingers into the wet folds. Her stiff arousal was poking out, so he pumped his arm, grinding his mother's swollen clit while thrusting his groin. The head of his dick borrowed through the resistance deep inside his mother's ass. She twisted her nipple and cried out, "Ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard." Candy rocked, slamming her ass back against his groin. "Fuck me in the ass."

It felt unnatural to be so forceful, almost violent, but Evan's body responded to his mother's crude demands, humping against her angry backward thrusts. It was as if she wanted to be punished, and he gave his mother what she wanted.

They fell forward together. Evan did a push-up, moved higher to change the angle, and fucked straight down into his mother's ass. The head of his dick plowed into the front wall, then his cock turned upward, driving through her rectum. Slap, slap, slap, his groin pounded her ass cheeks.

The pillow Candy's face was stuffed in muffled her screams, but they were still loud and vulgar. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass." She sucked the fingers that had been wailing on her pussy.

The idea of his mother tasting herself and the cum he shot in her earlier made Evan crazy with lust. He increased the length and speed of his strokes. Candy's orgasm made her insides jerk and squeeze. He shortened his relentless thrusts and fucked his mother through her climax. Then, she begged him to finish. Hearing his mother ask him to cum in her ass was surreal. His balls tightened, and he pumped his seed deep inside Candy. It was the first time it hadn't gone in her baby hole. He collapsed on her back and spilled off to the side. His slimy cock slid free and dragged across her cheek.

"Mom, you okay?"

"Mm, Mom," she said, "I like the sound of that. I'm exhausted."

He moved so his mother could turn over and laid his leg across her stomach, then brushed the damp strands of hair off her sweat-sheened face. "Was that alright? I didn't mean to be so rough."

"Baby," she kissed his hand and held it to her chest, "that was what I wanted."

His mother's expression changed to that of a girl about Gloria's age. He kissed her forehead and realized their roles had flip-flopped again.

Chapter 8

When the boisterous sex abruptly ended, Deana removed her ear from the door. Her palms were sweaty, and her panties were a sopping mess. Her brain created a movie from her mother's demands and the resulting grunts and pained moans. She might have imagined a more violent, unwarranted pummeling than Evan gave Candy, but the woman in the kitchen, the one Deana had kissed and the one she imagined making love to, wouldn't want to be treated like that. Candy didn't deserve that, even if she were the one asking for it. Their mother was hurting, and Deana understood how emotional pain made you do things you wouldn't do otherwise. If Evan realized that, he wouldn't have done it. Deana wanted to believe that about her brother as much as she had tried to convince herself her father didn't know his cum on her body or down her throat wasn’t something she wanted. Believing a lie was easier than living with the truth.

The silence in Candy's room made Deana nervous. If one of them suddenly opened the door, it would be a mortifying end to her bizarre day. It was as if she had never fully recovered from that dreamlike state Evan sent her into that morning in Gloria's bed and what happened with Cindy later. Deana needed to talk to someone, but Cindy didn't want anyone to know, especially not Evan. Too bad Evan was the one person Deana most needed to tell.

Evan smelled of sex and sweat. His dick was crusted with the dry mix of his mother's ass juices and his cum. He needed a shower and had hoped their last time together would end with his mother washing him while he did the same for her.

Evan was disappointed when she turned him down, but it hadn't been much of a surprise. Candy had lost her mind toward the end of what had been a long, slow, sensual lovemaking session. His mother had a complete personality change compared to every other time they made love. She demanded it rough, and he gave her what she asked for, but his mother made it more violent. It was as if she wanted to be punished for being with him. Then, once the randy fucking flamed out with the last explosive bursts of orgasm, Candy's persona shifted again. Her body was limp, and from what Evan could perceive, she was embarrassed and regretful like a child. She kissed him, told him she loved him more than he could ever understand, and asked Evan to go.

He put on his shorts and T-shirt, watching Candy the whole time. She faked a smile, threw him a kiss, and went into the master bath. The sound of the lock clicking sent ice through Evan’s veins. He left his mother's room somewhat dazed, confused, and sad.

Deana's door was ajar, but Evan didn't look in until he heard his name in a tone that made him want to keep going. "Get in here," Deana said and grabbed his arm.

"I'm going in the shower." He resisted, but he had to go unless he was willing to overpower Deana.

"Damn it, Evan" Deana closed the door and stood between it and Evan. "What if Cindy heard you?"

"Cindy?"

"I didn't mean-I meant Gloria, but Cindy could have heard you from the driveway if she happened to come back. What if Gloria came home?"

"She isn't coming home tonight."

"Evan!"

"I know, you're right, I'm sorry," he said. "It was the last time, one last time."

"I hope so," Deana said.

"I really need a shower."

"Yeah, you do." She opened her door and dismissed him with a glare.

Evan knew there was going to be more to that conversation, but for now, he needed to get clean, chill in his room, and figure out what the fuck was happening to him. It was as if he was two different people. One wanted to love and protect Candy and would never fuck her daughter. The other guy wanted to fuck Deana while Candy watched, and . . ..

Chapter 9

Gloria lay in bed next to Jayda and Alex. Her friends had already fallen asleep, so she opened her legs as far as the space allowed, imagining Evan between them, ready to push himself inside her. He hadn't seemed so big when she laid on top of him, rubbing her crotch on his dick. Even when she got him jammed into her opening, it hadn't frightened her. Now, reliving the shower with Evan, thinking about how wide she had to open her mouth for the head and how it swelled and stiffened when he humped her tits and shot cum, Gloria was scared. Her brother was bigger than Miss Tonya's dildo, and Alex had cried when Jayda shoved it in her. It would be hard enough to get Evan to do it; she didn't want to worry about crying. He would freak out and never touch her again if he thought he hurt her. Plus, it was better to be prepared if she didn't want her first time to suck. That's what she heard, anyway, and that was the justification Gloria needed to call Darlene again. It had been embarrassing telling a high school senior who she hardly knew that she was a virgin, but Gloria wanted to see Darlene again. The girl made her nervous, but something in Darlene's eyes pulled Gloria in. She had to know more about the redhead and wanted to trust Darlene with the truth. Why, Gloria wondered?

Chapter 10

Candy cinched the robe tight, narrowing her waist and tightly encasing her chest. What is wrong with me, she asked while tapping her sister's number.

"Candy, hi," Sally said. "Is everything alright?"

She should have been defensive toward the implied accusation, but it was true. "I'm sorry, I know it must seem like I only call when I'm upset, but . . . ah, oh, who else am I going to talk to? I don't have anyone else to-"

"Candy, it's fine. I want you to call me anytime, for anything. I'm here for you, no matter what."

"I know. I feel so helpless. It's like I went from being an adult, their parent, to being one of them."

"Why wouldn't you?" Sally asked. "You never got to be their age, have the reckless bliss of being a teenager, because you gave everything up for them. They needed you, Gloria needed you, and you sacrificed, skipped over years of your life for them. Now, they're living the years that you skipped. You're immersed in it, and they don't need you how they used to, so why wouldn't you enjoy life, the years you missed, with them?"

"Yeah, but Sally, I did it again, with Evan. I was with him again. We spent two hours in bed, and I think I called him Bobby. Fuck, what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing, honey, nothing at all," Sally said. "Sit down and take a few deep breaths."

"How do you know I'm not sitting already?"

"I know you," Sally said, "you're walking back and forth, ready to throw something."

"Okay, I'm sitting at my desk now, breathing, but I still called out my brother's name while my son was-"

"Candy, Evan is Bobby, he represents everything that Bobby was. After years of suffering with John, Evan is like your first love all over again. He makes you feel the things you felt with Bobby, and you're in love with him the same way. You can't admit it because he's your stepson, but it's true. You love him the way you love Cindy. You're in love the way you never got to be after Bobby and me."

Candy opened her mouth to protest but nodded in stunned silence. "Did you study psychology, too, while you were gone?"

"Baby, you don't need a degree to see it. Just forget the relationship, the titles, stepson, and niece, and look into your heart. You're in love, and those feelings will never go away."

"But I can't keep fucking my son and niece and be their mother, the adult. And Gloria, shit, Sally, I'm such a horrible mother. She'd hate me if she found out."

"You sure about that?"

"Of course, she has a crush on Evan. It would be like what John did to Evan when he had a crush on me. It broke the boy's heart, and he had to live with it, watch his father have what he wanted."

"Candy, let's deal with John first. For now, just stay away from Cindy and Evan, and we'll figure out how to handle John."

"You make it sound so ominous."

"Yeah, um, I'll be there tomorrow, and we'll figure it out. Okay?"

"I guess," she said. "When I'm with you, talking to you, I feel like it is okay, but once I'm alone, that sense of hopeless dread creeps back."

"Don't be alone," Sally said. "Avoid Evan and Cindy, but don't be alone. Spend time with Deana."

"Deana, ah, yeah, that's good." If I want more problems, Candy thought.

"You just relax. Everything is going to work out," Sally said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Chapter 11

It had been awkward in the kitchen that morning with Candy and Deana, and now the silence in the car was making Evan nuts. He wanted to get the inevitable tongue lashing out of the way so he could talk to Deana about whatever happened the day before when she insisted they go to his room and cuddle. It reminded Evan of how things were when they were kids after their mother died.

“Dee, you gonna tell me what's going on with you?”

“I already did,” Deana said, “nothing, really, it's nothing.”

"You're mad about Mom?"

"I told you I'm not mad about that," Deana said.

That’s a lie, Evan thought. "I didn't plan it. It just happened."

"So why did you lock me out?"

That's what this is about, Evan thought. "What would you have done if the door was open?"

"Nothing. I'm just saying, you locked the door," Deana said. "But I'm not mad about anything. It's all good, but you really should stop."

"You jealous?"

"Of course, part of me is, but that's not why. We talked about this. Dad's gonna be home soon, and you don't wanna hurt . . . uh, hurt Gloria."

Evan sighed. "I know, and it was the last time. Mom and I agreed it was the last time, but-"

"That's good-” Deana paused, thinking. “What the hell did you do to her? It sounded like-"

"You listened?"

"Damn right I listened!"

"Seriously, Dee, what if the door hadn't been locked?" His mind went wild with different scenarios. The expression on his sister's face would have been worth a million dollars, and if she walked in and . . ..

Deana filled her lungs with a long, sharp burst of air, then blew out against sealed lips. Her cheeks puffed and her lips squeaked like a deflating balloon. "I don't know, Evan, I don't know, and that bothers me."

"Why?" They turned into Rebecca's driveway.

“Mmmm . . . uh, not sure, but we don't have time for that now. Here comes Rebecca, so unless you want to talk about fucking Mom in front of her, we better-"

"Shut up," he finished for Deana as the tumbler approached his side of the car.

Rebecca said, “Hey.”

Evan looked down at the glossy-black material pasted to her legs. The gap that existed even when the tumbler's thighs were together was filled with a mouth-watering camel toe. Damn, that girl has too much pussy packed in there. "Don't you have anything other than spandex?"

Rebecca rested her elbows on the window edge and spoke next to Evan’s ear, "I've got that tiny yellow bikini you seemed to like so much. Remember, your hand was on my ass?"

The wisps of breath on his ear sent a shiver down Evan's spine. He glanced over to see if his sister heard the scurrilous accusation. Was it an accusation if it was the truth, he wondered?

Deana said, "Thanks for the ride," leaned over, grabbed Evan’s inner thigh below his crotch, and pressed her mouth on his.

The kiss caught Evan off guard, but it shocked him less than when Gloria French kissed him in front of Jayda's house. Deana was making out with him in public while her lover watched. That sealed the deal; something was going on, and it was bigger than him and Candy or their father coming home.

Rebecca said, "That's fuckin' hot."

Deana pulled away, fell back on her seat, and said, "See ya." She opened the door and pointed. "Nice boner."

Evan turned, and the tumbler's face was right there. The girl had a mouth like Aidra Fox, and they shared that same expression. No matter how sweet and innocent Rebecca presented herself, there was always that underlying suggestive smirk.

The tumbler's mouth changed shapes; racy decadence appeared, and her hand tightened on the back of his neck, pulling him into her kiss. Evan wanted to be Deana for a day. Rebecca bit his lip and soothed it with her tongue. Thump, the passenger door closed. Rebecca pulled away and whispered, "Later," while nodding her head suggestively.

Oh, they are up to something, he thought and watched the girls walk, hip to hip, Deana's hand on Rebecca's ass, caressing it. They stopped at the front door, glanced at Evan, and started making out.

“Sonofabitch!” Evan loved to watch teenage girls kiss on YouTube and often found it more exciting than porn because nobody was getting paid to act. They were girls who could potentially go to his school. He would watch their faces, thinking about what motivated them. It could have been on a dare, for attention, or solely for the shock value. Whatever their reason, in Evan’s mind, someone always got more than they bargained for. Two innocent girls, both supposedly with the same agenda, but one seems more prepared. The other might giggle and shy away, but she’s surprised by how her body responded. Her friend's lips turned her on. She received the other girl's tongue, and suddenly, whatever it had been at the start, frightens and excites her. The camera is shut off, and they stare with questioning eyes, neither wanting to be the one who misread the other. Don't they both want more?

Maybe that was all in Evan's mind, and the truth was, if it wasn't him, they should only kiss other girls. Or was that feeling reserved for his sisters and Candy? God, I love kissing them, Evan thought. It was beyond the secrecy, fear, and taboo. The loving passion they shared would probably never be matched by another girl. Sure, Becky's kisses induced an animalistic lust, and he suspected Darlene or some other girl could create those feelings as well, but never what he had with Deana, Gloria, and Candy. He definitely did not want them kissing another guy, and that could be a problem.

Rebecca pulled away from Deana, turned, and gave Evan a lewd smile. Deana's coy smirk made him think it had been payback for locking Candy's door. They waved, and Rebecca dragged Deana into the house. Lust chemicals coursed through his veins, setting Evan’s mind ablaze. He tugged at his shorts, knowing he wasn't in the right state of mind for what he had to do next.

Chapter 12

Other than the ceramic plate Deana made in her 7th-grade pottery class, which held a pile of napkins, the kitchen table was clear. Candy sat with her back to the door, staring at the empty chair at the other end of the table, John's chair. Soon, Sally's car would come up the driveway, and her big sister would climb out in front of his cameras. It felt like years had passed since Tech Advance installed the security system.

Candy closed her eyes and pictured Evan that night, hurrying in for dinner, still pulling a shirt over his wet hair after his father yelled for him. She was furious about John's monitoring system. He could track her every move, see who came and went, and be sure Cindy wasn’t coming over. The cameras were another nail in the box John kept her in.

Now, without anger overwhelming her, Candy remembered things that didn't register that night. There had been a moment, a secret exchange of affection between Evan and Gloria. Candy saw it in her daughter's eyes. Then, Evan spotted the button that came loose on her blouse. Candy knew he was staring, so why did she do it? Resting her breasts on the edge of the table and twisting while reaching for the cheese had been intentional, but was it a childish fuck you, John, or something else? In her subconscious mind, had she wanted to excite Evan, inflame the boy's growing lust for her?

Evan's reaction was predictable and expected, but Candy hadn't anticipated the stiff nipples and warm moisture that formed between her legs. When looking back, it's easy to build a case based on what had previously been a string of split-second thoughts and feelings and tiny moments in time filled with subtle hints. Now, Candy had the evidence, knew where and when it all started, and what it led to, but had she known what would happen next along the way?

Candy opened her eyes and glanced out the bay window, hoping Sally would be there. She wasn’t, so Candy answered her own question, "Yes, I saw it coming." She knew Deana wanted Evan and that, eventually, he would take his sister's virginity. Although getting to watch it happen had been a life-altering surprise. The sight of Evan's magnificent cock cutting into Deana's beautiful body flipped a switch in Candy's subconscious mind that sent her back in time, mentally and emotionally. It also made it easier to justify her behavior.

All that insight, Candy thought, and I wasn’t prepared for Cindy. Could she have stopped it if she knew what Cindy was going to do? No, the fortitude and moral character required to resist Cindy's love weren't what Candy was made of. What they shared had been molten lava, and it was only a matter of time before it would have burned through Candy’s denial. Even dozens of poundings from Evan's cock couldn't have prevented the eruption Cindy's kiss caused that night at the race track. The memory of Cindy's intense, dark stare and how the teenager forcefully took her in the stall made Candy's face hot. If she had it to do over again, Candy would have gone back to Cindy before Evan happened.

Candy wanted Evan, needed him, enjoyed every second with him, and loved him deeply. Still, the boy didn't deserve the confusing mood swings and the conflict her on-and-off desires caused. The night before, she made Evan fuck her like an animal, then shunned him this morning. Evan probably thought it had something to do with the way he violently took her from behind, but it didn't.

Candy pressed her hands to her face. Damn, I need to do something, she thought. I can't just sit here with my thoughts and wait for Sally.

Chapter 13

Deana had kissed Rebecca because she wanted Evan to leave thinking about them, wishing he could be with them, not because she was mad or jealous. She wanted to make a point so he'd never lock her out again.

However, once it started, Rebecca wouldn't let it stop. Her hands went to Deana's ass, groping and pulling while her thigh pushed between Deana's legs. There was no doubt that behind the glare on the windshield, Evan's mouth was hanging open, and his dick was hard, but they were in front of Rebecca's house. Anyone passing by or a neighbor looking out their window could have seen them. After the fact, her lack of inhibition scared Deana. What would happen when they went back to school?

Once Rebecca dragged Deana inside, slammed the door, and pinned her to the wall, she said, "Fuck, I missed you.”

Before Deana could respond, the tumbler's mouth was on hers, and a hand was down the front of her sweatpants. "Oooh, it’s so smooth. Did you do that for me?" Rebecca asked.

She smiled and put a foot up on the umbrella box, arched back, and shoved her crotch into Rebecca's hand. It clamped down, crushing two fingers between her pussy lips. "Ahhhh, Reb, fuck, I missed you, too."

Rebecca dragged her fingers back, coating the tips. The tumbler was the only person who could set Deana on fire and soak her panties in less than a minute. Deana's head thumped against the wall when Rebecca circled and flicked her clit. "Ah, shit, mmm-hmm, baby, oh baby, I'm gonna-”

“No, you're not, not like this,” Rebecca said and pulled her hand free.

"No, wait," she whined and grabbed Rebecca's wrist, but Rebecca pressed her forehead to Deana's, stared into her eyes, and slipped the two wet fingers between their lips. Deana sucked one while Rebecca got the other. They worked their way down to the webbing between the two digits, and the tips of their tongues joined.

“I've been looking forward to this for too long," Rebecca said. "Come on. I'm going to make you cum so hard . . .."

The tumbler yanked Deana's arm, and she stumbled forward, scrambling to keep up. Rebecca hadn't just missed her, and that made Deana believe her guilty conscience was warranted.

When they reached her room, Rebecca faced Deana, grabbed her neck, squeezed, and pulled Deana into a kiss that instantly turned the heat between her legs back to a three-alarm fire. She lifted her thigh to Rebecca's hip and humped like a frustrated puppy.

“Easy, tiger,” Rebecca said and stepped back. “I love looking at you when you're horny. The only thing more beautiful is when I'm getting you off.”

“Then please make me more beautiful!”

Rebecca grinned. “Don't rush me.”

Deana was ready to knock Rebecca down and sit on her face, but if this slow torture made Rebecca happy, it was the least Deana could do after everything she had done with Evan. “Whatever makes you happy, baby.”

Rebecca went to her knees, looked up, and inched Deana's pants and panties past the knobs at the front of her hips. She kissed each bone and exposed a little more flesh. "God, it's sexy when you shave." She pressed her nose to the cushion of Deana's mound and inhaled. "Mm, fuck, you smell delicious."

God, Deana thought, fuckin' touch me, lick me, fuckin' eat me already. The pants continued their painfully slow descent with Rebecca's kissing lips trailing behind. Deana expected her pussy to spontaneously burst, spraying her insides all over her girlfriend's head. Rebecca glanced up with her hands on Deana's ankles. That sex-dripping mouth curled up at the edges, and the tumbler shoved Deana. She squealed, arms flailing, and fell backward.

When Rebecca's grin peeked above the edge of the bed, Deana said, “You bitch, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, I needed to get these off you.”

Deana watched Rebecca at the end of her raised legs, inhaling deeply through the black panties before massaging her feet with the silky material. “Reb, you're killing me.”

Rebecca nodded and kissed the arch of each foot. "Then prepare to die." She stood holding Deana's legs, shoved her up the bed, and got on her knees between Deana's feet.

She saw the mischievous expression, then the feather in Rebecca's hand. “Hey, what's that for?”

"Shh, just relax and let me worry about this." Rebecca sliced the air like Zorro and ran it up Deana's leg from the kneecap to her hip, paused, and scrawled loops across her bald mound. Deana's stomach sucked in, and she bit her lip as the puffy bulbs atop her tits screamed an angry pink. Rebecca zigzagged down the other thigh, circled the kneecap, and zipped up the inside of her leg.

"Fuck." Her toes curled, and her fists yanked the bedspread. "Shit, I'm gonna scream."

"Do it, scream your head off." Rebecca poked the tip of the feather into the gap where Deana's cheeks pressed against the mattress, drew it up her inflamed labia, across her groin, and in circles around Deana's belly button. She tightened against the goosebumps racing down her trembling legs.

“Oh, please, please, stop,” she begged, knowing her girlfriend wouldn't, and she wouldn't make her. “I can't take anymore.”

The feather followed the groove up the center of her stomach, slipped between her tits, and went around each engorged nipple three times. "I've been looking forward to this for two days," Rebecca said and tickled Deana's throat. She kicked and squirmed while the feather moved from her left ear, down her jaw, over her chin, and up to the other ear. The tumbler's wide smile told Deana her scream was precisely what her girlfriend wanted, but it didn't bring an end to the torturous pleasure.

Rebecca reversed direction, circling Deana's tits again, and flicked across the silky crowns. "I love the way they look when you're excited." Rebecca sat back on her folded legs and pointed the feather at Deana's crotch. “Ooh, that too. You're leaking. Yummy."

Deana pulled her knees up and flung her legs wide open. "Stop teasing," she thrust her pelvis into the air, "and make me cum."

"That shouldn't be hard." Rebecca giggled, reached under Deana's body, and brought the feather back between her cheeks, over her puckered anus, and upward, following the moist joining of her swollen lips. "Get ready."

“Oh, I'm fuckin' ready,” she said and shoved her hands into her lower back, holding herself up.

Rebecca put a finger in her mouth, sucked it seductively, and removed it, glistening with spit. "God, you're beautiful." She traced the drooling slit up and down, then used a thumb on each side to push the fleshy swells apart, exposing the fiery redness. A pitiful whimpering moan gurgled from Deana's throat when Rebecca blew a long, slow breath through the gash of blood-enriched flesh. Deana's clit throbbed, bulging from its hood. She reached for it, but Rebecca knocked her hand away. “Not yet.”

"Oh, please touch it, touch it, please, I need to cum, make me cum, please."

Rebecca got up on her knees, grabbed Deana's raised hips, and thrust her groin into Deana's crotch. Three hard fucking motions pushed Deana up the bed, then Rebecca dropped her. Deana reached back and rummaged pillows together under her head and shoulders. The tumbler thrust her legs out, flopping face down between Deana's thighs. “If you're gonna cum, I wanna taste it.”

She stared down at her lover's open mouth as it closed over her pubic bone. Rebecca's upper lip forced back the protective flap while the bottom lip drew upward, forcing Deana's clit to stand between them. Every muscle tightened in anticipation of it, and when Rebecca's tongue lashed her clit, Deana's thighs slammed and her body coiled, sitting Deana up, then she flopped back onto the pillows. The sucking and licking intensified, and Deana's pelvis bucked, but Rebecca held on for the ride. The thrashing continued until her body went slack, and her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.

When Deana opened her eyes, Rebecca's chin poked into the cushion of flesh above her pubic bone. The girl licked her lips and said, “Dee, you came all over my face.”

She blew and sucked air while the tumbler crawled up her body. They kissed, and she licked a big circle around Rebecca's mouth and said, “You made me do it.”

“Mm, yes, I did, and I'm not sorry."

“Oh, God-"Deana gasped-"neither am I." She took several breaths, enjoying the feel of Rebecca's hard, pointy nipples bumping against hers and the way their stomachs moved together with each breath. Like two puzzle pieces, their bodies fit together perfectly. Deana wrapped her arms and legs around Rebecca and used them to crush the girl into her. "Damn it, I love you so much."

“Good thing,” Rebecca kissed the tip of her nose, “because you'd have a hard time getting rid of me.”

Chapter 14

The boner Evan left Rebecca's house with had subsided, but now he was trapped with the softball sisters, trying to ignore what sounded like three girls talking simultaneously. Gloria rode shotgun, of course, and Jayda sat behind her, where Evan could see her in the rearview mirror. His every glance revealed Jayda’s I can make you fuck me smirk, the same expression she had on Memorial Day. Evan refused to look at Gloria. Death would be favorable to Gloria finding out what he did to her best friend behind Miss Tonya's shed. In his defense, that was before he knew Gloria was in love with him and before Deana and Candy. Why wouldn't I, Evan asked himself, thinking about Jayda in her backyard. The girl was naked under him while his hands spread oil on her hot skin. Who wouldn't have fucked her?

Evan took a long look at Jayda, trying to read her, but his dirty mind showed a picture of the freak spraying piss on the wall of the shed. She's gasoline, he told himself, and I'm a lit match, keep your distance.

It was a relief when they reached the ballpark without anyone saying something he would regret. Evan popped the trunk and got out of the car while the softball sisters complained about being there too early. He had no intention of keeping them a minute longer than he had to.

At the trunk, testosterone made Evan grab three straps and lift Alex, Jayda, and Gloria's bags with one arm. The girls noticed, and he realized how accustomed he had become to playing with fire. It was dangerous, therefore exciting, and so hard to resist. "I gotta go," Evan said.

"What are we supposed to do?" Gloria whined.

"Practice throwing and dropping the ball," he said.

"For your information," Jayda said, "we're the best girls on the team, and I'm pitching in the next game."

"That's right," Alex said, "and I'm the shortstop."

Gloria grinned. "Third base."

"It's about time," Jayda said, and Alex joined her, giggling.

Before his sister's face reached crimson anger and she could say anything, Evan grabbed her, turned his back to the other girls, put his hand between their mouths, and kissed it. Gloria's tongue worked its way between his fingers, so he sucked it in, giving her what she wanted.

"Okay, see ya later," he said. Alex and Jayda's jaws were hanging.

With her hands on her hips, Jayda asked, "What about me?"

Thank God, Evan thought, that's what I was counting on. Jayda pulled her shoulders back and shoved her chest out. Dammit, I wasn't counting on that. The little vixen wasn't wearing a bra, and the caps of her mini ski jump tits were stiff. His evil mind pictured Jayda's knees bent, turned out, and her groin thrust forward, piss splashing off the shed. Suddenly, he wanted to fuck her on the back of the car while Alex and Gloria watched.

"Fine." He shook himself mentally and winked at Gloria. She smirked her approval, so he whirled Jayda around, put his hand between them, and kissed the back of it. Jayda's disappointment was obvious, but it didn't stop her from grinding on him. He pulled away and started toward his door, ignoring Alex.

Gloria said, "Hey," and Jayda shoved the pouting tomboy at him.

Evan grabbed the stumbling girl and spun Alex against the car. That's when he realized how much he had wanted to kiss the shy tomboy. His body shielded them, so he laid one on Alex. Shy, maybe, Evan thought, but definitely sexy. The girl's pouty lips and hot mouth were experienced and lust-provoking. He raised his knee into the door opening, shoving his thigh up into the girl's crotch. Immediately, Alex was humping it. The poor kid would have a hard time convincing the other sisters it hadn't been a fake kiss. A moan escaping into his mouth made Evan step back. If he hadn't, his pants might have burst into flames. He moved Alex aside and jumped in the driver's seat. Maybe playing with fire was too dangerous?

Chapter 15

After some dictation and housework, Candy returned to the kitchen table with an English muffin and stared at John's chair, the one Evan had been sitting in since her husband left for China. There had been a time when Candy waited anxiously for John’s return, praying there wouldn't be a delay. Now, Evan was the only person she ever wanted to see sitting at the head of the table.

A flash of reflected light caught Candy's eye. Finally, she thought as Sally's car drove up. Relax, Sally doesn't judge you. Candy got up and looked out the bay window. Sally got out, walked toward the house, and stopped between her car and the porch. To check out the surveillance cameras, Candy assumed. Her sister's hair was blazing red in the sunlight, but Sally's face was pale except for the freckles on her nose. There was a tattered box in Sally's hands. Candy recognized the name of the shoe store, but it had gone out of business years ago. She wiped her eyes and watched Sally, knowing her sister didn't want to come in, and someplace in the far recesses of Candy's mind, she thought she should understand why, but she didn't.

In the McDonald's parking lot, Evan took the top off his first Egg McMuffin, laid the hash brown between the bacon and egg, covered it with ketchup, put it back together, and bit in. Food would hopefully help him stop thinking about Alex's passionate mouth and Jayda grinding on him. Then, the temptation to return to the ballpark might leave him. It was a stupid fantasy, and nothing he could or would act on, but sneaking one of them behind the dirt pile where Becky had seduced him gave Evan a mental boner that wouldn't quit.

Two sandwiches and half a coffee were gone, and Evan was on the phone. “Are you gonna tell me what was going on Saturday?” Evan asked. “Hello, you there?” He looked at his phone to see if the call was still connected.

“I'm here.” Cindy sighed. “It was just a bad night, not a big deal. Everybody has them.”

Evan thought about what his cousin once said after a go-cart race, “Was your head up your ass? Those were rookie mistakes.” But, since he had been exiled from the house and was supposed to hang out with Cindy today, he said, “Yup, I understand. So, you gotta work today?”

“No.”

“Then I suppose you'll be at the race shop?”

“Maybe.”

“I'm sorry if I woke you up,” Evan said. “I figured you'd be up. You're always up early.”

“I was, am . . . up.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it's fine,” Cindy said. “Why?”

“Ah, nothing, you're usually more talkative, and you, I don't know. Why didn't you wait for someone to come to the door on Sunday?”

“Sunday, oh, you heard me?” Cindy paused. “Why didn't you let me in?”

"Didn't hear you until the Screaming Eagles laid down rubber out front. Did you wait long? Is that why you left in such a hurry, you were upset?"

“Upset . . . mm, no, no, not at all,” Cindy said. “It wasn't planned. I was at Mike the Motor guy's shop, and only had a minute anyway. Candy's car was gone, so I didn't wait. Figured nobody was home.”

It wasn't unusual for Cindy to see the motor guy after a race, yet Evan felt like Cindy was lying. "Oh, well, I hate that I missed you. I wanted to talk about the race, my race. I did almost win . . . you know."

“I'm sorry, you're right. I should have been more excited for you.”

Damn right, Evan thought, I've spent hours talking to Cindy after her races. "It's fine," he said. "So, wanna meet me at the shop today?"

"Not sure," Cindy said. "I don't think so, but I'll call if things change. I gotta go. Bye."

“Bye.” Evan stared at the phone for a minute after Cindy's name had vanished. I’m being a dick, he thought. Cindy was upset Saturday night, and I'm thinking about my hurt feelings because she doesn't want to talk about my race.

Evan sat back, thinking over the last two days. After the races, he went home, got in bed with Candy and Gloria, and practically dry-humped his sister while their mother slept. Somehow, he had enough sense to leave but woke up with a naked Gloria in his bed anyway. He went down on her, came on Gloria, and titty fucked her in the shower. Then Deana at the mall, Evan thought, in the kitchen, in his parent's bed, while talking on the phone with Candy, in Gloria's bed, then-No wonder I didn't think about Cindy. I’ve stumbled from one oh my God moment to the next. Like falling down a giant hill, you don't evaluate the passing landscape; you only tumble, roll, bounce, and bang your way down the slope, never looking back to think about where you've been.

Now that Candy said no more, Gloria was at Jayda's, Deana was with Rebecca, and Cindy didn't want to hang out, Evan didn't have anything else to do, so he replayed the sex scenes in his mind without giving thought to any of the connecting threads. It was the stuff porn movies were based on.

Chapter 16

Deana and Rebecca finally managed to sit up but didn’t leave Rebecca’s bed. “Baby, that was amazing,” Deana said. “If that's what two days away gets me, I'm gonna do that more often.”

“You better not, but speaking of that," Rebecca said. "What were you doing? Or should I ask how he was doing you, and where? Tell me?"

"You gonna be mad?"

"No, of course not," Rebecca said. "We agreed, no jealousy. Although, it must have been a bunch based on your guilty face."

"No, well, yes, a bunch, but not the face part."

“Mm, a bunch, really,” Rebecca said. “How many is a bunch?”

“Let's count, one, two, three . . ., five, yeah, I guess five.”

"Five!" Rebecca said.

Deana nodded. "Something like that."

"You fucked so much you lost count?"

"No, it's not like that," Deana said. "I'm still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what you just did to me."

Rebecca turned toward her. "Tell me! I want details."

"You sure?" Deana asked. "I was a very naughty girl."

"Damn right, I'm sure," Rebecca said. "Did you do it on the table again?"

Deana nodded, and Rebecca held up a finger. "In your room?”

"Yup." Deana's cheeks warmed.

"That's two. Where else? Tell me."

"You wanna hear the part that might upset you or the part that will make you jump up and run around in circles, shouting obscenities?"

"Nothing is gonna upset me,” Rebecca said, “or make me jump and run anywhere right now."

"We'll see," Deana said. "I took off my shorts outside on the porch steps."

"Please, tell me you fucked outside?"

"No, but close."

"Ah, keep going," Rebecca said.

"In the kitchen, his room, my room, the shower, Gloria's bed, Candy's bed, and at the mall."

"What the fuck!" Rebecca shouted. "You fucked six times in what . . . thirty-six hours? Wait, did you say at the mall?"

"I thought you weren't gonna get upset."

Rebecca laughed. "Upset? No, but I love you more now than I did a minute ago. I have finally totally corrupted you. Tell me more?"

"More?"

"Yeah, there has to be more. None of that made me want to run, jump, or even yell, except maybe doing it in Candy's bed. That's hot."

"Okay, hold onto your hat," she said. "While I was on the phone with my mother, Evan fucked me. We were on the couch and-"

"You fucked on the expensive sofa we were never allowed to sit on?"

Deana nodded while heat rose to her face. "Evan was going down on me when the phone rang. He answered, handed it to me, and kept going. I tried to hold it together and talk to Candy, but he fucked me, and I moaned into the phone."

"I'm running and screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck in my mind, I promise," Rebecca said. "Now, let me guess what happened. Evan pulled out and blasted your face while you said something to Candy?"

She slapped Rebecca's leg. "No. That would have been horrible. We came together with the phone to both of our ears."

“I bet your mom knows what you were doing.”

"That wouldn't surprise me," Deana said. "I get the feeling she knows almost everything but doesn't say anything." She thought about the secret that not even her brother knew. What would Candy do if she found out? For the same reason Evan could never know, Deana would never let Candy find out. "Reb, I love you so much it hurts right here." Deana laid a hand on her heart. "I can't wait until we have shared everything."

“Mm, me too, and I'm glad I won't have to wait long.” Rebecca picked up her phone.

Candy looked back at Sally, standing just outside the office door, and waited, trying to read Sally's expression. Her sister seemed apprehensive, vigilant, and weary, like a cop responding to a domestic violence call. "What's wrong?" Candy asked.

"Ah, nothing,” Sally said. “I remember when John added this section to the house. Sandy was excited because Evan and Deana could have their own rooms."

Candy nodded, remembering how Sally always talked about Sandra, calling her Sandy, always Sandy. Sally eased into the room, paused, glanced behind the door, and scanned the room. "The kids hated it at first and used to sneak back into each other's beds," Sally said.

They still do, Candy thought, just the way Bobby and Sally had. "What about Sandra?"

Sally shook her head. "She didn't like it. Too secluded, and when he wasn't here, she let Deana and Evan sleep with her."

"I'm sorry,” Candy said. “I shouldn't make you talk about her. I know how close you were."

"We were . . .. I loved Sandy and never stopped missing her, like you, I always missed you."

"Sally, what happened?"

"Not now," Sally said, placing the leather case on John's office chair. “We have work to do." She moved the mouse and woke up the display. The Windows locked screen appeared.

"I don't know his password," Candy said.

"It'll be better if I can log on, but don't worry, we can still do it if I can't." Sally took stuff out of her bag that Candy couldn't identify. "This is the same desk he had fifteen years ago."

"Really," Candy said with feigned interest. Sally stared through the archway into the bedroom with a look of disgust on her face.

"How are you going to, um, what do you call it, crack or hack the password? Need some personal information, birthdays or-"

"No," Sally said and placed her fingers on the keyboard. "Let's hope he's still the asshole I remember."

Sally's fingers worked, but the effort was rewarded with a login failure message. Candy's hopes sank as she recited the password hint, "FR."

Sally said, "Douchebag," and her fingers hammered the keys. The desktop appeared, and she mumbled, "Mother fucker," and dropped to the chair, crushing the case.

Candy saw Sally's pain quickly turn to anger, so she waited until the wires were connected, and her sister seemed satisfied with her work before asking, "Are you going to tell me the password?”

Sally wiped a forearm across her eyes and said, "Fuckin Redhead! I forgot the exclamation point the first time."

Two words, Fuckin' Redhead, looped like lyrics that put the artist's name on the tip of Candy's tongue, but it wouldn’t come. She rubbed Sally's shoulders while her mind worked. Then, click-click, pieces started snapping together. Faintly at first, Candy heard voices from the past, but they grew louder in her mind. Sandra and John were fighting. They did that a lot before Sandra died. That was when she heard it: John yelling, “That fuckin' redhead.”

“Sally, what happened? Did you do something to him?”

“Me?” Sally whirled around on the chair and looked up. “Did I do something?”

“He still has that password after this much time," Candy said. "You must have really pissed him off. Is that why you left . . . because of something with John?"

“No!” Sally paused and took several slow, deep breaths. “No, I left because there wasn't anything here for me. You were here with them, with Gloria, and I had to go.”

“We were only twenty minutes away from each other.”

"No, Candy, there was no we. You were here with them, and it was just me. It was lonely without you."

“But, ah, you and Bobby, I thought you were mad because I wanted to keep my baby, and I needed help . . . needed Sandra's help.”

“I know, and she helped you,” Sally said. “That was smart, it was, but I missed you. We shared a room, slept in the same bed our whole life. I know I had boyfriends and wasn't the best sister or role model, but I loved you, loved being with you. Baby, I had to go, I had to.”

“I'm sorry,” Candy said. “So sorry.”

“You didn't do anything wrong. You wanted the best for Gloria, and as much as I wanted to help you raise her, what could I have done for you? You did what you needed to do, and I did what I had to do.” Sally stood and kissed Candy's forehead. “It's the past, let it be.”

Candy had been mad all this time because Sally had left her alone. “You wanted to help me raise Gloria?”

“Of course, I wanted to help you,” Sally said. “It was our dream ever since we first played with dolls.”

“Fuck, Sally, fuck. Why? I don't understand why you left or why you didn't keep Darlene.”

“Don't call her that." In an instant, Sally's face was crimson. "Her name is Angela, Angel. She was my little angel."

Sad tears poured down Candy's cheeks, yet she was furious. "How come I didn't know that Sally? What happened? Why did you change your mind? God, there's so much I don't know . . . don't understand."

Sally turned away from her. "I had to. I couldn't take her. As bad as it was for me, can you imagine if I had taken my baby with me?"

“But you didn't know you were leaving? You didn't leave until-”

“Not now,” Sally said. “It's not something I want to think about now. Can we leave, get out of here? Get something to eat? It'll take a while to copy all the files. We can leave it.”

“Fine, sure, okay." Candy turned in a circle as if she'd lost something. Bad things, she thought, no, horrible things had happened to Sally. Candy was going to puke. "Yeah, let's go, go get something."

Chapter 17

Evan had driven around aimlessly, hoping Cindy would change her mind while considering his other options. There was that standing invitation to swim at Miss Style's, or he could go to the creek. Rhina might show up and put on another show for him. That would be a great distraction. There was always Jason's house, but Evan didn't think he was ready for that. The only person more immoral than himself would want to talk about sister fu-Evan’s phone chirped, and he got excited.

That's unusual, Evan thought. The text was from Rebecca and had nothing to do with Deana. "Come to the back gate." That was very suspicious. He thought about the kiss Rebecca gave him earlier when Deana wasn't looking. Was the tumbler up to no good? Of course she was; they both had been up to something, but Deana would be there, so Evan had nothing to worry about.

The tumbler had mentioned that bikini she wore while he felt up her ass with Deana standing a few feet away. And it was Rebecca's plan that had him making out with Deana in the car. The words to an ancient song popped into Evan's mind, "I run to the edge, I look, I see, I fall." Oh well, he thought, it's not like I can do anything for Cindy now, I might as well take my chances. Tumbling, bouncing, and banging had to be better than playing with fire at the ballpark. Mm, maybe Rebecca will do a handstand?

In Rebecca's driveway, Evan told himself to stop thinking about a threesome. Deana would never let him fuck her best friend and lover, even if the tumbler wanted it.

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