The hot water beat down on them. Deana smiled stupidly and nodded. Evan lowered her
onto his cock, and she felt him slice through her insides. It might have hurt as much as the first
time, but she didn’t notice. She welcomed it when he pinned her against the wall and drove
that cock as deep as it would go. When he was squirting that hot cream against her cervix, she
saw into his heart, and knew things he didn’t want her to know.
Deana eased between the cool sheets, wrapped her legs around a pillow and pulled one to
her chest. How could she have fucked everything up like this? It had turned out precisely as
she feared. Now, life was complicated. She loved Rebecca and never wanted to jeopardize
their relationship. Evan’s heart would be broken. Gloria would hate her if she found out, and
what about Evan and Candy? It had been stupid, selfish and worst of all, dangerous.
Their father would kill Evan and fuck her if he found out, and now, Evan sensed there was
something wrong. If he ever figured out what was happening, her brother would come to her
rescue. He’d at least try. That hadn’t turned out well for him when he tried to save Candy
.
“You stupid fuck.” Deana laughed. “I love you, love you, fucking love you!” Deana yelled
into her pillow. Now, she was crying sad tears.
Before Candy had uninstalled the software and disconnected the receiver from the back of
her computer, she had a thought, one last look couldn’t hurt. She saw it as a goodbye to her
nemesis, and had taken a deep breath, then waited for the window to open. The window
opened, and Candy gasped, then she sat right there, staring at the screen.
Candy’s throat had squeaked when she saw Deana take Evan’s bloated cock in her hand. It
was big, and she could imagine how Deana must have felt. Candy remembered the fear she
had felt when Bobby came to her room. She knew Bobby’s cock was too big for her young
pussy, but she was going to let him have her, anyway. She loved Bobby, but that wasn’t why
she wanted to give him her virginity. Night after night, Candy had pretended to be asleep
while Bobby slipped in and went to Sally’s side of the bed. She would lay next to Sally and
Bobby, listening to the sounds of their lovemaking. When he had finally come for her, she
wasn’t going to turn him away.
Deana was a beautiful girl, and Candy wished she hadn’t seen her naked body. Her bald
pussy was smooth and taught. Her labia was plump and still tightly sealed. The girl fearlessly
guided her brother’s giant member into position, then encouraged him to take her cherry.
Candy had watched, breathlessly, with tears in her eyes while the two most beautiful people
she knew, made love.
Now, the destruction was complete. Everything that established her identity—mother of
three, good wife, responsible adult—was meaningless. She had been reduced to a jealous,
envious little girl.
Everyone was sorry, except for Evan; he was alone and frustrated after a day filled with
lovemaking that was too magnificent to put in words. He had no regrets, but Candy knew
better and she was supposed to act like the adult. That meant he wasn’t an adult, and she had
to play her role as his mother. Evan could hardly be in the same room with her now, not
without holding her.
Deana regretted putting him in that position. She didn’t think it was right, and she was sorry.
She said it was going to cause problems and maybe break hearts. His sister was in love with
Rebecca, and Gloria was in love with him, so they could never do it again.
Evan believed what Deana said about Rebecca, but not about regretting what happened.
She made those claims when they got in the shower, yet she didn’t protest when he wanted
her again. However, she had refused to come upstairs with him and wouldn’t let him in her
room. How could everything have changed so quickly?
The world had been perfect when Evan saw how proud his sister was of him. Deana threw
herself at him when she heard about him going to Candy’s rescue. She made him feel like
Superman even though he’d run into kryptonite. He knew Deana loved him. She gave him her
virginity. What says, I love you, more than that?
Sex was easy compared to love. Evan could have fucked Becky and left her house without
being in pain. He would have thought about how good it was, and he would want her again,
but she wouldn’t possess him the way Candy and Deana did. Evan closed his eyes and hoped
Gloria would have a bad dream.
The pull of gravity awoke Evan. He smiled, thinking his hope had manifested. Spooning
Gloria would make him feel better, so he rolled towards the slope in the mattress and put his
arm over her body. He worked his hand under her arm, to her chest, so he could move her
close. His heart filled with joy when he didn’t bump into her tits. He put his leg over his sister’s
and pulled her against his body. “You awake?” He asked and kissed Deana’s neck.
“Mm, if I am, I’m having a wonderful dream.” Deana hugged his arm and kissed his hand.
“Did you have a bad dream?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep,” she said.
Evan hoped it was for the same reason he hadn’t been able to fall asleep. “What’s wrong?”
“I hate you.”
“Why?”
Deana broke loose and struggled onto her back. “Because you made me feel like, um,
shoot, I don’t know, you rocked my world.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“No. I wanted it to suck. I wanted you to suck at it, so I’d never want it again,” Deana said.
“You made me feel, ah, like I never wanted it to end.”
“Good, that’s what I wanted,” he said. “I wanted you to always remember your first time
as—No, I needed you to think of it as the best and smile.”
“I will.” Deana got on top of him. “You know this can never work, right? You realize that,
don’t you? It can’t work.”
Evan said, “Okay,” and slid his hands down her silky back to the mounds of her ass
.
“Damn it, you’re my brother, my twin brother, and I have a girlfriend. I’m in love with
Rebecca.”
“I know,” Evan said and dragged Deana up until their lips touched. “What are we going to
do about it?”
“We’re going to agree that it was stupid and it’s dangerous.” Deana’s lips tickled Evan’s
when she spoke. He nodded, and she continued, “It would be horrible if Candy or Gloria found
out.”
Evan rolled their bodies as one. “I know that,” he said, looking down at his sister. “What
else?”
“We can’t keep doing this,” she said. The arches of her feet slid up his thighs. “You agree?”
“Of course.” Deana’s feet caressed his hips and butt. “I agree with everything you said.”
He lifted up and looked between them at his sister’s naked body and the erection hovering
above her pubic mound. Deana’s hands wrapped around his shaft and guided him. Her slit was
slick with arousal. His sister dipped his pulsing nob into the wet groove. “Ahhh, I love you.” He
hunched.
Deana’s face tightened when his cock head entered her. “Oh, I love you, too.” She pulled
him down and kissed him, then said, “It’s like we’re two parts, but when you’re in me, we’re
one.” She rotated her pelvis and tightened her legs.
Evan stopped moving when his groin hit Deana’s crotch. “Oh, Dee, oh.”
“I know, I know,” Deana said. “That’s what makes this so wrong…it’s so right, so fucking
right.” Her heels dug into his butt, trying to get more of him.
He stared into those penetrating eyes and moved in and out of his sister with gentle
strokes. “Am I hurting you?”
“Ah, yeah, it hurts,” Deana said and sank her fingernails into his shoulder blades. “Now
really hurt me. Fuck me so hard I forget how stupid I am for letting this happen.”
They kissed with their eyes open. Neither could look away. The bed groaned under Evan’s
thrusts. Their connection had never been so strong, but Deana was still able to keep her
brother from seeing into that dark corner of her heart where she stored the hate.
Evan felt Deana’s insides jerk tight. She bit his lip and kicked her feet against his thighs, but
his cock continued to plunge the flooded pussy tube. Her orgasm spilled over and wet his tight
ball sack. He held Deana’s shoulders for leverage, arched his back, and fucked her harder. Their
gasps and the slap, slap, slapping of their bodies overpowered the sound of the headboard
thumping against the wall.
“Oh, yes, yes, Evan, yes, give it to me. Fill me, fill me with your, ah, your cum. Squirt it in me.
I wanna feel it squirting in me.”
Evan’s groin crashed into Deana, and her legs clamped around his back, holding him like a
vise. His body jerked in rhyme with his balls, blasting cum against Deana’s cervix. They panted
and expressed their feelings without saying a word.
Once the tremors subsided, Evan fell off to Deana’s side and looked her up and down
several times. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He traced the magenta ring surrounding the fiery pink areola. It plumped. “Incredible.”
Deana put her hand on top of his and said, “I thought you were gonna tell me about it if
something happened.”
Evan hadn’t expected to be able to keep his secret from Deana, but her words still caught
him off guard. “Um, yeah, I was,” he said. “I thought I would, but, um—”
“Did you really rip the buttons off one of Dad’s shirts?”
“How did you know that?” Evan asked.
“Relax, I wasn’t reading your mind,” Deana said. “I noticed buttons on the kitchen floor.”
“Jeez, you saw buttons and the first thing you think is that I ripped Mom’s shirt open?”
“No, actually, I found that hard to imagine, but now I know you did,” she said.
“I hate it when you trick me into telling you things.”
“I kinda knew anyway,” Deana said. “I knocked on her door this morning, and she told me to
come in. She was naked, except for that shirt, and it was wide open. Damn, her body, um, her
body is unbelievable. What was it like? Was it as good as you imagined it would be?”
“Dee, are you jealous?”
“No. Are you jealous of Rebecca?”
“No,” Evan lied the way his sister had.
“What do they feel like, her tits?” Deana asked. “I know that’s weird, but they’re like, um, I
don’t know, like a teenager’s.”
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