He was scared of what would happen if he let himself go. She was scared of that too, but a greater fear motivated her.
At the mall, Darlene spotted Becky sitting on a bench, her eyes going in every direction except the one Darlene was
approaching from. It was easy to see how excited she was. Darlene was excited, too. She had seen a lot of things, and done
more, but never seen somebody fuck their brother. Mm, that’s so taboo, she thought, and her pussy started getting warm.
Becky got up and started towards her. “What took you so long?” Becky asked. “I’ve been sitting on this bench for ––” she
looked at her phone–– “like forever.”
“You know the bus hardly runs near my house, especially on weekends. I can’t stay long because the next bus is the last
one and I don’t feel like thumbing a ride.”
“That sucks!” Becky said.
“It does, but I’m here, so let’s see it,” she said. “You did it, right?”
“I did…ah, sort of,” Becky said. “I wish we had a monitor or something bigger than this screen. Maybe we can go into a
store and hooked the camera to one of the TVs? This tiny viewer doesn’t do it justice. We need a big screen, HD for this.
Hard Dick.” She giggled.
Darlene knew something was amiss because Becky was talking without taking a breath. “Sit,” she said. “You want to get
arrested? I told you you have to be extremely careful with that. Nobody can ever see it or one or both of you will end up
in jail. Incest is still illegal.”
“I know, I know, but still—”
“You are seriously jacked up, Becky. How many times have you watched it?”
“Only twice…ah, since I’ve been here.”
“No wonder,” Darlene said shaking her head. “You must be horny enough to screw that mannequin over there.”
Becky glanced to her right and said, “Or worse.”
Darlene didn’t want to know what worse could be, so she said, “Give me. Let me see it. You’re cut off. Watch that fat guy
or something.”
“Shut up,” Becky said.
Darlene took the camera from Becky and pressed play, then adjusted the angle so there wasn’t a glare. Her chest muscles
knotted.
“It’s already at the place things really get started,” Becky said.
The picture was small but it was crystal clear, and it wasn’t Jason. She stared at Evan’s muscled, dark body. He had just
the right amount of black hair on his chest in that sexy line of hair running from below his belly button into his shorts.
“What happened? This isn’t Jason,” she said without looking away from the screen.
“I told you, sort of,” Becky said. She sounded disappointed.
“I thought you needed the camera to video Jason and you?”
“I did, Becky said. “I still do. There was a problem. Evan stayed over.”
“Looks like you solved that problem, sort of.” Darlene tried not to let her face show that Evan’s dick had just popped out
of his shorts. Her juices started flowing. He was a hunk, she already knew that, but she didn’t want him to have a
beautiful cock, too. She loved dicks that got so hard the veins throbbed against the stretched skin, and curved back
towards the guy’s stomach. They were designed to slide right in and hit spots a straight dick missed. She could almost
feel those bulging veins snapping across the narrow ring at the entrance of her cunt hole.
“That’s Evan,” Becky said. “I’ve wanted that to happen ever since I’ve known him. Well, at least since I knew what that
was. I gave Jason head, but I couldn’t do him while Evan was there. Not the way I need it to happen. It has to happen a
certain way. I’ve dreamed of it a certain way forever. Evan’s a stud, and look at that thing. It killed me. In a good way,
but man.”
That kind of cock might have been designed to slide right in her, but it didn’t look like it was going to fit in Becky.
Darlene wished the camera had been directly behind Becky’s ass so she could watch Evan entering Becky’s sweet little hole.
“Did you record it? Where is Jason and––”
“I didn’t get it,” Becky said. “I’m sorry it just didn’t happen right. I opened my door to go get him, but he was right
there and I had to do it fast. You know, before he chickened out or Evan came. I couldn’t turn the camera on.”
“You gonna do it tonight?”
“Tomorrow night, it’ll have to happen tomorrow night.”
“What’s wrong with tonight?” Darlene said.
“Aren’t you watching that?” Becky said. “I’m sore, plus, my mother is off tomorrow so she’ll stay up too late.”
“Why did you fuck him so hard?” Darlene knew Becky was annoyed that she wasn’t sharing her excitement, but she was more
annoyed that Evan was such a good fuck.
“I couldn’t help it. It was so good and you know how I am. I’ve never gotten off so many times having sex. You know,
regular sex with a dick.” Becky glanced impatiently at the camera. “What’s wrong with Evan?”
“Doesn’t look like anything is wrong with him,” Darlene said knowing she couldn’t get into it with Becky or anyone else,
except Ms. Style. “This is amazing. I was expecting Jason, that’s all. You talk so much about it, I was excited to see it.
To see you doing your brother for the first time. That’s the most exciting thing I could ever imagine.” It wasn’t, but it
was definitely on her list of must-see’s.
“It’s gonna happen,” Becky said, “But that was on my bucket list too, and it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“I know,” Darlene said. “I’m sorry, I should be happy with you. This is incredible. I wish I had time to take you
someplace and––”
“We can go where the bedroom sets are in Dillard’s?” Becky perked up. “That’s on my bucket list, too.”
“You sure are fun to have around,” Darlene said as Evan started shooting inside Becky. “How did that feel? He just came in
you.”
“How did you know?” Becky said.
“I’ve seen a lot of guys cum; it’s obvious.”
“I came so hard I saw spots. That’s when I really started punishing myself.”
“I can see that.” Darlene pushed the stop button and handed the camera back to Becky. “I told you it was amazing when they
pop off inside you. Keep that until you’re done. It will be okay with Ms. Style.”
“Thanks,” Becky said. “You won’t be disappointed next time.”
“I can’t wait. Come on, let’s go get your skirt before I have to catch my bus.”
A thunder storm had ended twenty minutes earlier, but there were still ominous, purple clouds out in front of
Evan’s car. They were quickly moving to the northeast and the sun was starting to shine. Both of his windows were down and
the thick air was buffeting his hair. It smelled crisp and clean. He watched the steam rising from the pavement as it
dried. He loved how it felt after a quick summer storm. It reminded him of simpler times.
When he finally got out of bed that morning, he thought he’d find his sister and ask her why she did it. Face her; get it
over with like a book report, and clear the air the way they had after the thing in the bathroom, then he could enjoy the
rest of the summer.
That’s what he thought he would do, but when he saw Deana, she acted like nothing happened. If she hadn’t even noticed,
and he brought it up, then he’d be admitting he got a hard-on because his sister was sitting on him. He chose not to say
anything because it didn’t matter if she knew, if she planned it, if she was just being funny or if she wanted to have sex
with him. If he said nothing and did nothing, then it would all go away, but he had to stop thinking about it.
He had finally gotten laid; and it had made him forget all about Deana and his mother. Fucking was the answer to all his
problems, except the problem he was going to have getting Rebecca alone and keeping the secret from his all knowing
sister. Wait a minute, he thought. Why doesn’t Deana know how I feel about her?
He decided it was probably hormones or some girl thing related to her period. Or, maybe she didn’t really read him the way
he always thought she did? It didn’t matter now, he was going to that spot on the creek behind Doc Davey’s farm. He was
hoping it would be as exciting as the last time. Of course, he was three years older and he would be alone this time, so
it wouldn’t be a life altering event. Would it?
The bus was almost empty, but Darlene went to the back and slid in next to the window. Evan’s body and erection
were still on her mind. She wished she had handled it better. Poor Becky had been overwhelmed with excitement and she
acted like it wasn’t a big thing. It was unfortunate that Becky couldn’t know how she felt about Evan. Becky did know how
much she wanted to see her and Jason. It wasn’t normal to want to see incest, but neither was wanting to do it. Becky
might be less normal than I am, she mused.
Darlene thought about what Becky did in the store, and wondered how she got the way she was. Darlene knew she acted the
way she did because she had been through things that turned her into a freak, but Becky had a mother, the same mother who
gave birth to her. She had a father, too. Even if he left and Becky never got to see him anymore, he sent birthday and
Christmas presents. He supported them and she knew where he was, and most of all, who he was.
It wasn’t that Darlene wanted a mother, it was too late for that, but she did want to find her mother. At least meet the
woman once, so she could ask her why she had abandoned her. Darlene had heard the reason from people who were just
supposing and from the woman who was supposed to be her mother’s sister, but she wanted to hear it directly from the
person who had caused her life to turn out the way it had. What kind of person gives up their daughter and leaves her
sister not knowing where she is?
Darlene thought about Becky and Jason and wondered what it would be like to have a brother. If she had a real brother
would she have sex with him? Maybe she already had and didn’t know it was her brother?
The closest thing to a brother Darlene ever had was a foster brother, and she stabbed him with a pair of scissors. That
was unfortunate for her because she had been with the best foster parents she ever had. They didn’t fiddle with her and
they were upper-middle-class. Everything was finally looking up, that was until Junior came home from college. Junior had
always treated her like Cinderella. He tried to make her think she owed him something because his parents had taken her
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