At the trunk, testosterone made Evan grab three straps and lift Alex, Jayda, and Gloria’s bags with one arm. The girls noticed, and he realized how accustomed to playing with fire he had become. It was dangerous, and therefore exciting, and so hard to resist. “I gotta go,” Evan said.
“What are we supposed to do?” Gloria whined.
“Practice throwing and dropping the ball,” he said.
“For your information,” Jayda said, “we’re the best girls on the team, and I’m pitching in the next game.”
“That’s right,” Alex said, “and I’m the shortstop.”
Gloria grinned. “Third base.”
“It’s about time,” Jayda said, and Alex joined her, giggling.
Before his sister’s face reached crimson-anger, and she could say anything, Evan grabbed her, turned his back to the other girls, put his hand between their mouths, and kissed it. Gloria’s tongue worked its way between his fingers, so he sucked in and and gave her what she wanted.
“Okay, see ya later,” he said. Alex and Jayda’s jaws were hanging.
With her hands on her hips, Jayda asked, “What about me?”
Thank God, he thought, that’s what I was counting on. Jayda pulled her shoulders back and shoved her chest out. Dammit, I wasn’t counting on that. The little vixen wasn’t wearing a bra, and the caps of her mini ski jump tits were stiff. His evil mind pictured Jayda’s knees bent, turned out, and her groin thrust forward, piss splashing off the shed. Suddenly, he wanted to fuck her on the back of the car while Alex and Gloria watched.
“Fine.” He shook himself mentally and winked at Gloria. She smirked her approval, so he whirled Jayda around, put his hand between them, and kissed the back of it. Jayda’s disappointment was obvious, but it didn’t stop her from grinding on him. He pulled away and started toward his door, ignoring Alex.
Gloria said, “Hey,” and Jayda shoved the pouting tomboy at him.
He grabbed the stumbling girl and spun Alex against the car. That’s when he realized how much he had wanted to kiss the shy tomboy. His body shielded them, so he laid one on Alex. Shy maybe, he thought, sexy, definitely. The girl’s pouty lips and hot mouth were experienced and lust provoking. He raised his knee into the door opening, shoving his thigh up into the girl’s crotch. Immediately, Alex was humping it. The poor kid was going to have a hard time convincing the other sisters it hadn’t been a fake kiss. A moan escaping into his mouth made Evan step back. If he hadn’t, his pants might have burst into flames. He moved Alex aside and jumped in the driver’s seat. Maybe playing with fire was too dangerous?
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After some dictation and housework, Candy returned to the kitchen table with an English muffin and stared at John’s chair, the one Evan had been sitting in since her husband left for China. There had been a time when Candy waited anxiously for his return, praying there wouldn’t be a delay, now, Evan was the only person she ever wanted to see sitting at the head of the table.
A flash of reflected light caught Candy’s eye. Finally, she thought as Sally’s car drove up. Relax, Sally doesn’t judge you. Candy got up and looked out the bay window. Sally got out, walked toward the house, and stopped between her car and the porch. Maybe to check out the surveillance cameras, Candy thought. Her sister’s hair was blazing red in the sunlight, but Sally’s face was pale except for the freckles on her nose. There was a tattered box in Sally’s hands. Candy recognized the name of the shoe store, but it had gone out of business years ago. Candy wiped her eyes and hugged herself. Sally didn’t want to come in, and someplace in the far recesses of Candy’s mind, she thought she should understand why, but she didn’t.
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In the McDonald’s parking lot, Evan took the top off his first Egg McMuffin, laid a hash brown between the bacon and egg, covered it with ketchup, put it back together, and bit in. Food would hopefully help him stop thinking about Alex’s passionate mouth and Jayda grinding on him. Then, maybe, the temptation to go back to the ballpark would leave him. It was a stupid fantasy, and nothing he could or would act on, but sneaking one of them behind the dirt pile where Becky had seduced him gave Evan a mental boner that wouldn’t quit.
Two sandwiches and half a coffee were gone, and Evan was on the phone. “Are you gonna tell me what was going on Saturday?” Evan asked. “Hello, you there?” He looked at his phone to see if the call was still connected.
“I’m here.” Cindy sighed. “It was just a bad night, not a big deal. Everybody has them.”
Evan thought about what his cousin once said after a go-cart race, “Was your head up your ass? Those were rookie mistakes.” But, since he had been exiled from the house and was supposed to hang out with Cindy today, he said, “Yup, I understand. So, you gotta work today?”
“No.”
“Then I suppose you’ll be at the race shop?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” Evan said. “I figured you’d be up. You’re always up early.”
“I was, am . . . up.”
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Cindy said. “Why?”
“Ah, nothing, you’re usually more talkative, and you, I don’t know. How come you didn’t wait for someone to open the door on Sunday?”
“Sunday, oh, you heard me?” Cindy paused. “Why didn’t you let me in?”
“Didn’t hear you until the Screaming Eagles were laying down rubber out front. Did you wait long? Is that why you left in such a hurry, you were upset?”
“Upset . . . mm, no, no, not at all,” Cindy said. “It wasn’t planned. I was at Mike the Motor guy’s shop, and I only had a minute anyway. Candy’s car was gone, so I didn’t wait. Figured nobody was home.”
It wasn’t unusual for Cindy to see the motor guy after a race, yet he felt like Cindy was lying. “Oh, well, I hate that I missed you. I wanted to talk about the race, my race. I did almost win, you know.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right, I should have been more excited for you.”
Damn right, Evan thought, I’ve spent hours talking to you after your races. “It’s fine,” he said. “So, wanna meet me at the shop today?”
“Not sure,” Cindy said. “I don’t think so, but I’ll call if things change. I gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.” Evan stared at the phone for a minute after Cindy’s name had vanished. What a dick, he thought, how could he have forgotten? Cindy was upset Saturday night, and I’m thinking about my hurt feelings because she doesn’t want to talk about my race.
Evan thought back over the last two days. After the races, he went home and got in bed with Candy and Gloria, and practically dry-humped her while their mother slept. Somehow, he had enough sense to leave but woke up with a naked Gloria in his bed. He went down on her, came on her, and titty fucked Candy’s mini-me in the shower. Deana at the mall, Evan thought, in the kitchen, in his parent’s bed, while talking on the phone with Candy, in Gloria’s bed, then—No wonder I didn’t think about Cindy. He had stumbled from one oh my God moment to the next. Like falling down a giant hill, you don’t evaluate the passing landscape, you only tumble, roll, bounce, and banged your way down the slope, never looking back to think about where you’ve been.
Now that Candy said no more, Gloria was at Jayda’s, Deana was with Rebecca, and Cindy didn’t want to hang out, Evan didn’t have anything else to do, so he replayed the sex scenes in his mind without giving thought to any of the connecting threads. It was the stuff porn movies were based on.
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Deana and Rebecca finally managed to sit up, but they didn’t get out of Rebecca’s bed. “Reb, baby, that was amazing,” she said. “If that’s what two days away gets me, I’m gonna do that more often.”
“You better not, but speaking of that,” Rebecca said. “What were you doing? Or should I ask how he was doing you, and where? Tell me?”
“You gonna be mad?”
“No, of course not,” Rebecca said. “We agreed, no jealousy. Although, it must have been a bunch based on your guilty face.”
“No, well, yes, a bunch, but not the face part.”
“Mm, a bunch, really,” Rebecca said. “How many is a bunch?”
“Let’s see, one, two, three…, five, yeah, I guess five.”
“Five?”
Deana nodded. “Something like that.”
“You fucked so much you lost count?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Deana said. “I’m still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what you just did to me.”
Rebecca turned toward her. “Tell me; I want details.”
“You sure?” Deana asked. “I was bad, a naughty girl.”
“Damn right, I’m sure,” Rebecca said. “Did you do it on the table again?”
She nodded, and Rebecca held up a finger. “In your room?”
“Yup.” Deana’s cheeks warmed.
“That’s two. Where else? Tell me.”
“You wanna hear the part that might upset you or the part that will make you jump up and run around in circles, shouting obscenities?”
“Nothing is gonna upset me,” Rebecca said, “or make me jump and run anywhere right now.”
“We’ll see,” she said. “I took off my shorts outside, on the porch steps.”
“Please, tell me you fucked outside?”
“No, but close.”
“Ah, keep going,” Rebecca said.
“In the kitchen, his room, my room, shower, Gloria’s bed, Candy’s, and at the mall.”
“What the fuck?” Rebecca said. “You fucked six times in what, thirty-six hours? Wait, did you say at the mall?”
“I thought you weren’t gonna get upset.”
Rebecca laughed. “Upset? No, but I love you more now than I did a minute ago. I have finally totally corrupted you. Tell me more?”
“More?”
“Yeah, there has to be more. None of that made me want to run, jump, or even yell, except maybe doing it in Candy’s bed. That’s hot.”
“Okay, hold onto your hat,” she said. “While I was on the phone with my mother, Evan fucked me. We were on the couch and—”
“You fucked on the expensive sofa we were never allowed to sit on?”
Deana nodded while heat rose to her face. “Evan was going down on me when the phone rang. He answered, handed it to me, and kept going. I tried to hold it together and talk to Candy, but he fucked me, and I moaned into the phone.”
“I’m running and screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck in my mind, I promise,” Rebecca said. “Now, let me guess what happened. Evan pulled out and blasted your face while you were saying something to Candy?”
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