You have no idea how much I’d like to kill you right now, he thought. “Is that the threesome
you wanted?”
“No, but maybe, some time, if that’s what you wanted.”
“No, no, that’s not what I wanted and I never even said I was gonna do it.”
“Oh, you’ll do it, believe me.” Becky nodded and gave him a smug grin. “If I can set it up,
you’ll do it.”
Jason’s kid sister telling him what he would or wouldn’t do felt a lot like having Gloria’s
friend manipulate him into sex. “We’ll see,” he said and rested his hands on the bony knobs at
the top of her hips. “How about you don’t tell Jason I know?”
“How ’bout you kiss me?”
“I better not.”
“Why? Jason won’t care. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. He’s my brother.”
“Did you tell him about us?”
“Of course not,” Becky said and turned around, looking offended. “You told me not to.”
“Good, that’s good. Let’s keep it that way. It’s better that way. Tell Jason I went home to get
some real sleep.”
Becky put her arms around his neck and stood on his feet. “Not unless you kiss me
goodbye.”
“Kissing you leads to other things. Things that we can’t do, ah, do now. Last time your
mother almost caught us.”
“Ooh, whatcha think she would of done?”
“Jeez, I’d rather not find out.” The idea of Miss Mary seeing them fuck made his balls buzz.
“Let go, I’m leaving.”
She tightened her arms around his neck. “Not till you kiss me.”
Becky’s coy smile made him angry with lust. “Fine,” he said and closed his eyes. Shouldn’t it
have been a complete turn off putting his tongue where Jason’s cock had been?
Candy undressed when she got home, tossing her day-old clothes on the floor like a
rebellious child, then she grabbed the first thing hanging in the closet, one of John’s white
dress shirts. She buttoned it on her way to the kitchen.
After starting the coffee, Candy sat on the counter and rested her head on the cabinet. She
closed her eyes. That was a lifetime ago when I was just the babysitter, she thought and put
her hands on her belly. I was pregnant last time I sat here.
That night, after Evan and Deana were in bed, and Sandra was in her room, getting ready
for bed, John lifted her and set her right where she was now sitting. He lowered his zipper and
pulled her by her legs, dragging her pussy to the edge. Why wasn’t she wearing underwear?
Candy didn’t remember, but John had fucked her right there, then he drove her home to the
trailer park and paid her.
I wasn’t the adult then, John was. Candy felt her face getting hot, thinking about it. It
started before that night with blowjobs in the car. He always paid her for babysitting after. That
fuck had treated her like his personal whore, and she thought it made her special.
The morning air was warm and flush with moisture. Evan put the car windows down and
pulled out of Jason’s driveway, thinking about what had happened. Becky’s shirt had been
pulled up, and his hands were fixed on her bare ass, lifting her. She was doing a vertical dry
hump on his groin. He was hunching grinding his erection on her pubic bone.
There was noise in the kitchen. It had to be Becky’s mother. Every kid knows what to do
when there is a chance they could get caught doing something wrong. It’s a trained response.
Evan ignored it and lifted Becky so he could cram his dick into her pussy. Wasn’t it sick needing
to have his cock in the same hole Jason’s had been in?
Becky cried out, “Do it, fuck me,” and Evan came to his senses. Jason was rubbing off on
him, but Evan still thought he had a conscience.
When Evan reached the four-lane, he pulled the leg opening of his shorts aside, exposing
his cock and balls to the sun. It made him uncomfortable driving down the road that way, but
the warmth felt good. His sack expanded then contracted because of the disturbed airflow in
the car. A pleasant tingle in his rolling balls moved up into his groin. He touched the sun heated
flesh and blood surged into it. His cock jerked against his inner thigh.
At a red light, Evan realized another car was pulling up on his left. He wasn’t an exhibitionist,
so he reached for his raging hard-on, but instead of concealing it, he whipped his dick, slapping
the head against the bottom of the steering wheel. Too bad he hadn’t brought Becky’s panties
with him. No, it was better knowing she would discover them filled with his cum unless Jason
or Miss Mary found them first. Damn panty fetish.
Evan glanced to his left and saw a woman in the passenger seat. He presumed it was her
husband driving and the young girl in the back seat was their daughter. She was too young for
him, but she was cute. He smiled at her, and even though she couldn’t see it, he squeezed his
boner, willing her to know what he was doing. The girl smiled back, and so did her mother. The
husband drove away, unaware of the special moment Evan had shared with them. Evan’s
psyche had been altered when he watched his best friend fuck his sister. Now his deviant
sexual fantasies were starting to manifest in the real world, and he was getting more
comfortable with them.
When Evan drove away from the red light, he was ready to fuck the first person he saw
when he got home. Two wrongs didn’t make a right, but knowing Jason was ramming the mule
into Becky made what he had done with Deana seem okay. They kissed. God, kissing Deana
was what Evan imagined smoking crack would be; you get hooked and will do anything to get
more. If Deana was crack—“The Messiah is my sister, ain’t no king man she’s my queen.”—
what was sex with Candy? Evan shivered at the thought of having to live with Candy, Deana,
and Gloria.
Deana looked over her shoulder at her image in Rebecca’s mirror. “It doesn’t fit,” she said.
“My ass got bigger.”
Rebecca faced her and grabbed her butt. “It got better,” she said and turned the stretched
bikini into a thong. “I wish I had your bubble butt.”
Deana smiled. “You do, anytime you want it.”
When they stopped kissing, Rebecca said, “Let’s go to the mall tomorrow and find
something that does your body justice. I could use an upgrade, too.”
“Not a bad idea,” Deana said.
“Maybe my mother can drop us off; then we’ll only have to ride the bus home.”
“Cool,” Deana said and picked up one of Rebecca’s tank top dresses. “I’m gonna throw this
on and wear it home. Do you mind?”
“No, but why? You wearing your bikini home?”
“Yup,” Deana said, smugly. “When I get home, and my mother sees most of my ass hanging
out of this bathing suit, she’ll offer me money before I have to ask.”
“I love the way you think.”
Deana put the dress on and stuffed her clothes in her overnight bag. Her girlfriend’s
expression turned glum and questioning. “Reb, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I understand, but think about what I said.”
“I am,” she said. “Don’t worry, you can still have your birthday present.”
Rebecca’s expression turned hopeful. “No, that’s okay. I don’t—”
“I promised, and I know you,” she said. “I understand…you.”
“You’re the best, Dee, the best.”
Mary Barnes was holding a prescription bottle in one hand and its information pamphlet in
the other. Her eyes were scanning the side effects that she already knew well. It was the ones
the pharmaceutical companies and the doctors didn’t speak of that complicated matters. She
had to make a decision.
A preacher’s voice shouting from the pulpit played in her mind, “Do the right thing, and
you’ll be blessed…” Her father was the pastor, and to him, it was cut and dry, and he was
always right. Too bad the pastor’s daughter had been discovered in the choir loft with her
dress up, her panties down, and Elizabeth’s face stuffed between her legs.
The only hope for Mary was to repent and change her ways, or she’d burn in the eternal
fire. Under the pretense of protecting the girls from shame and embarrassment, the lesbian
activity was kept in the closet. If Elizabeth changed her ways and kept her mouth shut, there
wasn’t any need to tell her parents. For the rest of Mary’s fourteenth year, her parents rained
fire and brimstone down on her. Her mother’s favorite saying was, “Don’t you understand you
have to hold yourself to a higher standard? You’re the pastor’s daughter.”
Mary believed in her heart that she could act right, be a perfect young lady and make her
parents proud to have her sitting in the front row of the church. What went wrong?
What was simple, obvious, and easy to accomplish for Mr. Barnes, the preacher man, was
complicated, hazy, and impossible for a neglected teenage girl with impulse control disorder.
Had Mary’s parents known, they surely would have taken her to a doctor for the medication
she needed. Wouldn’t they have?
Betsy Sue’s father was a farmer, and Elizabeth and Betsy were also friends. Who needs a
choir loft when you have a hayloft? All was well, and Mary made it to her seventeenth year of
life without getting caught in church without her underwear, engaging in lesbian activities or
giving head to the boys at school. There were some close calls, but Mary avoided bringing
shame to her family or jeopardizing her father’s job. Shouldn’t that have counted for
something?
“You vile creature, you have a devil in you.” Mary believed her father when he said that.
They disowned her because she wouldn’t turn on Deacon Saul, the father of the baby that was
in her. It must have been Mary’s fault that he fucked her, after all, she was a bad girl and a
disgrace to her parents and God. She left home before her eighteenth birthday with the
money she saved from summer jobs and babysitting, and without a family. Mary married the
first asshole who told her he loved her.
Seventeen years had passed without a word from the preacher and his wife, but because
of a lesbian on the TV show, The Voice, Mary was thinking about them with a new degree of
disdain. Good for her, Mary thought, outing those haters on national TV.
Mary threw the pill bottle against the wall. It might be scary having a daughter who was just
like her, but Mary wouldn’t make the girl take medication if she didn’t want to. It would be
Becky’s choice. Who wanted to live like a shell of a person without any highs or lows or
spontaneity?
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