Gloria’s shocked expression changed to pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing?”
“I need to see how heavy they are.” He gently rolled her growing tit caps between his
fingers. “They don’t seem too big to me,” he said and continued to fondle his sister’s tits.
“But she said they would be hanging down before I’m twenty-five.”
“Maybe you should ask Mom if you can see hers. She’s older than twenty-five, and hers are
way bigger than yours, for now, anyway.” He forced himself to pull her shirt down. “Don’t
show me those again.”
“Why?” Gloria asked.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
Because I’ll end up fucking you, too, he thought, but said, “Because I can’t handle seeing
them. They’re perfect. Tell Jayda she’s jealous because she’s flat as—” Evan bit his tongue
before saying, a board and easy to screw. He walked away from Gloria even though it was the
last thing he wanted to do. “You draw, I’m going to eat. I’m starving.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have slept all day,” Gloria said with a huff and went back to drawing.
Candy sat down at her desk and put her hand on the mouse, thinking about the day she
clicked the button labeled, “Place Order.” She had lit the fuse on a bomb that day. No, it had
been a wrecking ball from that first time she watched her stepson stroke his cock. Piece by
piece, the facade crumbled.
She sought help from her best friend but didn’t tell Tonya about the voyeurism. In the end,
all that had been accomplished was adding another woman to the list of adulterous affairs.
Next, Candy went to see, Sally, the only person she could tell the whole truth. Had she
expected her big sister to admonish her for the egregious behavior? Maybe that would have
given Candy the motivation she needed to do the right thing, but that didn’t happen. Sally had
built a case for justifiable behavior, fucked Candy senseless and acted as a solvent for her guilt.
Candy added another to the list of women she had cheated with, then drove home and
fucked her husband’s son, again. Had she gone to Sally’s seeking absolution or justification?
Candy moved the mouse, and her computer woke up. It was time to do the right thing, set
herself free, by closing the portal on voyeurism.
Once Evan satisfied the grumbling pit in the center of his body with leftovers, he started
toward Deana’s room. It was time to tell her what happened with their father. The problem
would be keeping the big secret from her. He would have to avoid eye contact the whole time.
Shoot, I can’t even let her see my face, he thought.
Deana’s door was ajar, so he said, “Dee,” as he opened it.
His sister was sitting backward on her desk chair, leaning forward on the backrest.
“Oh, good, it’s you. Could you rub my shoulders?” Deana asked.
Great, he could stand behind her and massage her while he talked. “Okay.”
She said, “Awesome,” shoved her rump back to the edge of the chair and pulled all of her
hair around one side of her head. It hung with her dangling arms.
Evan stood behind her. The tank top she was wearing snapped out from under her butt.
Her bubble-butt bulged over the edge of the seat. He considered poking his finger into the
deep groove between her cheeks, but grabbed her shoulders instead.
Once he started massaging, Deana asked, “What happened to your eye?”
“Gloria didn’t tell you?”
“She told me about a dream she had. Something about a fight, but—”
“Jeez, Gloria and her dreams.” Evan tried a diversion. “You still haven’t talked to her about
what we talked about, have you?”
“Why, she still flirting with you?”
“Yeah, something like that,” he said. “Where’s mom?”
“Said she was way behind on work due tomorrow. Now, what happened to your eye?”
Evan smiled and doubled his efforts between Deana’s shoulder blades. “Oh, I kinda fucked
up. Mom’s newfound happiness, you know, you were so excited about it, I messed that up.”
“Really, how?” Deana asked and turned her head. “She seemed damn happy to me.”
“Probably because Dad is gone.”
“What does that have to do with your eye?”
“You’re very tight. What the hell did you and the tumbler do, gymnastics?”
“So to speak.” Deana chuckled. “Now, the eye, tell me.”
“Dad punched me in the face. Don’t tell Gloria; she thinks I stepped on a rake. So does
everybody else, except mom. She saw it.
“He punched you!” Deana tried to turn around, but he applied more pressure. “What did
he catch you doing?”
“Nothing!” he said, not knowing it sounded defensive. “They were arguing because she
was trying to get him to let me race. I didn’t knock because I wanted to tell him it was all my
idea and Mom had nothing to do with it.”
“What was he doing to her?”
“Nothing, Dee, they were—he was loud and I—”
Deana ducked out from under his hands and spun around on the chair. “You busted in on
them without knocking?”
“Yeah, and I guess you can imagine how that turned out.” He pointed at the fading bruise.
“That’s awesome. You got some serious balls. You’re lucky he only punched you. I bet Mom
was so proud of you.”
“Don’t sound so happy. I’m grounded, probably for the whole summer, and, he punched
me in the face. I flew, hit the floor and saw stars.”
Deana jumped up and crushed him in a death hug. With her right foot pulled all the way up
to her butt, she hung from his neck.
“I don’t think you realize that Mom is in the middle of this. I don’t think that helped make
her happy. Don’t you want her to be happy?” he asked.
“Of course, but she has time to enjoy it before he comes back.”
Evan wasn’t sure what Deana meant by, enjoy it, and he didn’t want her to watch his guilty
mind twist it around, so he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. “Back in the chair so
I can finish. I don’t have all night.” Amazingly, his sister complied. Evan put his hands on her
lower back and gently rubbed outward. Holding onto his sister was comforting.
“Mm, your hands do something to me,” Deana said. “You’re the best.”
He wanted to tell her how glad he was that she was home tonight, but he said, “So are you.”
“Hey, I thought you were grounded? What’s up with that?”
“You sound disappointed.”
“No, just wondering.”
“Mom told me to go ahead and go. I didn’t even ask. It was her idea.”
“That’s good,” Deana said. “Hopefully he’ll stay gone all summer. You can be the man of the
house till then.”
Evan let that go and wrapped his hands around Deana’s neck. It was long, delicate and sexy
like a runway model’s neck. His thumbs stroked the strands of muscle at the base of her skull.
His fingers on her throat altered the pitch of her purring sounds. “Dee, you think if our mother
hadn’t died, things between us would have turned out different?”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean how we feel. The way I see you. Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to like each
other like this. I think you’re great and gorgeous.” Deana sat up straight and pushed her head
against his body. Evan continued, “If Mom had been here all this time, would I see you
differently?”
Deana tilted her head back and looked up with a smirk. “Ah, like the way you look at
Gloria?”
Evan hated how his sister always saw through him, yet he loved her for it, too. “Good
point.” He leaned forward kissed her forehead. Deana stood, sliding her back up his body. He
reached around and cupped her breasts. “I think they’re just right.” He kissed her ear.
Deana arched her back, lifted her butt and hunched, rubbing against his erection. “Mm, I
think that’s just right, too.”
He held her chin, turned her head and nibbled that sensitive space below her ear. His
sister’s throat vibrated with a moan. He placed a hand on her pubic mound, grasped her crotch
bone and pulled, grinding his stiffness into the cushion of her butt. Deana twisted her head
around, searching for his lips. Kissing Deana was Evan’s heroin, and he had to have more.
Deana’s mouth was angry with passion. She bit his lip and tugged on it. Her eyes blazed with
an intensity that scared him. She sucked his tongue hard and held it between her teeth. He
lifted the front of her shirt and slid his hand down her bald pussy mound to her crotch.
“Ah, Evan, shit.” Deana rolled her body, thrashing her pussy on his sawing fingers. He found
the swollen nub and ground it between her pubic bone and his middle finger while turning and
walking her in an awkward dance toward the bed. His sister was panting and her juices flowed,
soaking his fingers. He knew he was about to make her cum.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, Evan, you fuck!” She hit her head on his shoulder several times. “You fuck.”
Evan stopped flicking her clit and turned his sister to face him. “What, what did I do?”
Deana’s eyes were glassy, and her cheeks were flushed. “You made me—Shit.” She shoved
her hand down the front of his shorts. “You,—” She squeezed his boner. “You made me want it.
You asshole. Make love to me, now.” She shoved his shorts down. His cock slapped against his
body, and they both stared at it.
He wanted to throw her down, get on top of her and shove his cock into her before she
could change her mind, but wasn’t this supposed to be special? If they went through with it, it
had to be amazing. He wanted Deana to always remember her first time with a smile on her
face, thinking about him. He started walking her toward the bed while lifting her shirt.
Deana swatted his hand away. “No, not here,” she said and pulled him by the arm. He
yanked his shorts up and followed her out of the room.
When they reached the bathroom, he said, “In here. You wanna do it in the—”
“No, no I don’t, but it’s the only place we can be sure nobody is gonna catch us,” she said.
“Lock that.”
“I did.”
“You sure?”
He nodded and pushed the button in again. “Yes.”
“Good,” she said and sat on the counter.
He stood in front of her and tried to read her expression.
His sister tucked her hair behind her ears and dug her heels into the back of his thigh. He
looked down at her hairless mound and the pussy squeezing out from under her crotch bone.
He cupped the sides of her face and ran his thumbs over her ears, not realizing how familiar
the scene was. “You’re beautiful.” His chest tightened around his heart.
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