“I promise, it was hard,” Style said.
Darlene reached under the water. “You’re still excited.”
“You watch your sexy ass getting screwed and see how excited you get.”
“I promise, my next dream will make you happy.” She moved her mouth to Ms. Style’s and licked all the way around her lips, then stuck out her tongue. Style sucked it in, squeezed it between her lips and used her own tongue to play with it. Her hand was on Darlene’s tit, sensually rolling her nipple.
“Mm.” Darlene ducked under the water. Style groaned and grabbed the sides of the hot tub.
Darlene burst from under the water and gasped for air. “I can’t hold my breath long enough. You need to get that thing above water so that I can finish.”
“You know it would be better if—”
“Nobody will ever know,” Darlene said and kissed Ms. Style. “At least nobody we don’t want to know. Sit on the edge. I’ve imagined this for months.”
“Sweetheart, your imagination is going to get you in trouble.”
“Mm. Maybe, but I’ll only be young once, so I better enjoy it while it’s still fun.” Darlene put her hands on Style’s neck and let them slide down her rising body. When the woman’s ass reached the edge of the tub, and her legs were opened wide, Darlene pushed her hair back and got her face below Style’s crotch, looking up her body. “Every time I see this,” she said, and pressed a hand to each side of Ms. Style’s stiff cock, “I think I died and went to heaven.” She kissed the ridge between the tightly drawn testicles and worked her way up.
“There isn’t anything sexier than you giving head.”
Darlene grinned, then sucked all of Style’s cock in. She liked sexy girls, and she liked dick, but she loved Ms. Style and would do anything to make her happy. If her mother happened to act like Ms. Style Pioneer, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?
“Ah, damn it,” Style groaned and pumped her hips.
Darlene tightened her mouth and tongue on the thrusting cock and let Ms. Style face fuck her until the orgasm was coming, then she backed up. She wanted to watch it blast out of the woman’s prick and feel it splash on her face and tits.
The first jettison of cum struck her between her eyebrows and ricocheted up her forehead. She grabbed the spurting cock and aimed it, so she got some in her mouth, on her lips and cheeks, then she lifted her tits and pressed the pulsing dick between them. Nobody shot cum as hard or as much as Ms. Style. It fascinated her that a woman as sexy as Style could have that much man juice inside her. She squeezed her tits together on the drooling cock and moved up and down. She liked the way a slippery dick felt in her cleavage.
“Phew, you know how to make me feel good,” Style said and slid down in front of Darlene.
“That’s my favorite thing to do…mm…make you feel good.” Style’s strong arms held her tight. The woman made her feel more loved than any of her foster parents ever had. “Thanks for being such a good friend to me.”
Style said, “That’s my favorite thing to do,” then she pulled Darlene to her, and they sank under until the hot water reached their chins. “You’re a very special girl.”
Darlene shivered and tightened her hold on Ms. Style.
At four fifteen, Evan climbed the bleachers and moved over until he was in front of his mother and Miss Tonya. Gloria’s series had gone to game three, and it was a three-three tie. “Mom, I’ve gotta go. Tell Gloria I said she played great, and buy her some ice cream for me. I hope she understands.”
His mother smiled. “I’m sure she won’t,” she said, “but you’re an awesome brother. She’ll still love you.”
It could’ve been his imagination or paranoia, but Miss Tonya’s expression suggested she was trying to make him uncomfortable. “Not sure what time I’ll be home. Cindy’s race is usually last, but sometimes they change the order up, then I might be home earlier, but most likely after eleven.” He needed to get out of there, fast.
“I’m sure I’ll be asleep by then, but send me a text when you’re leaving the track.”
Jeez, this is awkward. His mother looked like she expected a kiss, which would have been normal, but Miss Tonya looked like she wanted one, too. “I’ll text you,” he said, and moved his head between theirs. “Okay, bye.” He kissed his mother’s cheek, closed his eyes and made a kissing sound towards Miss Tonya, then faked a laugh. “Bye, Sweetheart.”
He walked away as fast as he could without looking suspicious, then he called Jason and left him a voice mail, “Have no idea where you been all day, but I’m headed your way. Be ready.”
Candy and Tonya watched Evan hurry down the bleachers. “Sweetheart, really,” Candy said. “Is there something I should know about?”
“I wish,” Tonya said. “What’s going on with him? That boy is up to something.”
“You noticed,” Candy said. “He’s got something going on at the racetrack that he doesn’t want me to know about.”
“With his gorgeous cousin, ooh,” Tonya said. “That’s taboo.”
Candy thought about Cindy for a minute, then said, “Yes, but not the way your dirty mind imagines it.”
“Tell me about it and tell me what you’re going to do about your sister,” Tonya said and put her hand on Candy’s thigh.
Candy looked at her friend’s hand and said, “Well, it’s more complicated than whether or not I should go see her.”
Ten minutes later, Evan beeped his horn at Jason’s house, then waited for his friend to come out. “It took you long enough.”
“Sorry, I was in the shower,” Jason said.
“Shower, why take a shower? We’re going to get covered in dirt.”
“Um, I needed one. I was busy all day, and I needed one,” Jason said.
“So, what did you have to do?” Evan asked.
“What, what do you mean?”
“I mean, with your mother or for her.”
It took forty minutes to reach the race track. The number of words Evan and Jason exchanged could have fit in a ten-minute trip. The truth in their conversation could have been covered before they reached the end of Jason’s driveway. Evan wanted to talk about what happened with Deana that morning, but Jason would have said, “You should have fucked Deana right there in the kitchen. I would have done it.” That wasn’t true, though, because nobody had those kind of feelings for their sister. Jason would have been imagining Deana, not Becky. Even a dog fucker wouldn’t do their sister.
Evan went to Cindy’s car hauler and left Jason by the ticket booth with Billy Joe, so they could wait for KK to get away from her mother. Cindy was in the back section where she, “Got in the zone,” and changed into her race suit. He poked his head around the edge of the curtain divider and said, “Hi.”
“Shit, Evan, what are you doing!” Cindy dropped the front of her shirt over her opened jeans.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t think—”
“It’s okay, come in,” she said. “You startled me.”
“I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “I can come back after you finish.”
“We’re family, just come in and close that,” Cindy said, waving her arm. “No need to show everybody.”
He stepped behind the partition into the small cubicle. “But—”
“You’ve seen me in a bikini,” Cindy said, and shifted her hips right, left, right, “smaller than these granny-panties.”
That was true, and he always enjoyed it, but the last thing he needed was a reminder of Deana’s long, lean, legs or her chest. His cousin’s breasts were a bit larger, but they were the same firm shape, high on her chest. He wondered if they had the same amazing nipples.
“You don’t have to stare,” Cindy said.
“I wasn’t staring,” he said and looked at the ceiling. “I thought you were going to put your race suit on.”
“This early, when you’re doing the hot laps,” she said. “Hell no, it’s too hot.”
“Right,” he said and watched her out of the corner of his eye. It wasn’t his intention, but he saw Cindy shove her middle forward and tug the shorts over her butt. For a split second the panties were stretched tight and dug into her crotch. A bikini might have been smaller, but the fact that it was Cindy’s underwear made it more exciting.
“So, did you want to talk?”
“Oh, yeah, I did.”
“Darn, I thought you came because you missed me and wanted to see my panties.”
Not only did she look like Deana, but she also had the same smart-ass wit. “I came because you’re my hero and you’ll know how to help me.”
“Wow, if you only knew,” Cindy said. “This is about racing, right?”
She reads minds, too. “Yes, I need to—”
“You didn’t ask your father, and now you’re scared.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have my sources,” Cindy said. “Now, listen, I told you not everybody was happy that I wanted to race, but I had to—”
“But my father is doing everything to keep me away from it. Doesn’t even want me helping you at the shop. Wants me to get a job.”
She stepped closer. “I had to get a job, too. Your father’s company didn’t always sponsor me. You want your independence—want to be grown up and do what you want?”
“Right, yeah, I want to race.” He inched back. “I’ve always wanted to race, and I thought—”
“If I left you’d get to drive my car,” she said.
“Yes, and now he’s pulling this,” Evan said. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I can’t answer that question, but I know that look in your eyes. You’re desperate.”
“Yes, yes I am,” he said. If she only knew. “What can I do?”
“When you get to a place where you want something, love it and have to have it, then you take it. Like the commercial, ‘Just do it.’”
“Huh?”
“I’ll deny saying that, and we may both lose our inheritance, but sometimes you have to take a chance on what you want and worry about how it works out down the road.”
Evan stood there without speaking. The person he had looked up to his whole life, told him to do something his father said he couldn’t do. The balance of power had shifted. It wasn’t a landslide that gave him all the confidence he needed to plow ahead without worrying about disobeying his father, but it was a start. “Okay,” he said.
“Now, get over to Dale’s pits. Watch and listen. Ask questions if you’re not sure about something. Then, you should take my video camera and record his race from the turn-one fence.”
“Turn-one, that’s where you get hit with all the chunks of mud and shit that the cars throw up the hill.”
“It’s also where you see how the car comes off turn four to take the green flag. You see how it gets down into one, off two and down the backstretch. That’s the most dangerous and important part of the race. Watch the video until you can imagine yourself in the car, using your arms and legs to make it happen,” Cindy said. “You think I woke up one day and knew how to race? No, I became a student and took clumps of mud to the head long before anybody helped me.”
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