Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Evan approached the hourglass shaped woman with his mouth hanging open. He searched his brain for words, but none came. Candy was barely above five-feet, but those three inch heels and short skirt made her legs look amazingly long. He was glad none of his friends, especially Jason, were there to see. Before puberty, having the youngest, prettiest mom was something to be proud of. Now it was embarrassing, and disturbing because of his thoughts.

Candy put her hands on Deana's shoulders and gave her a kiss. "Thank you," she said. "I think?"

"Don't worry, Morm," he said, "it's a compliment. He kissed her cheek and noticed the way her breasts strained the buttons on her blouse. "You look-"

"Just say it," Deana said, "she's hot."

"Yeah." He turned away. "I'll be back."

Evan ignored Gloria calling his name as he passed her room and started unzipping before he reached the bathroom. Seeing Rebecca's crotch had packed the powder keg and his mom's body and engorged nipples had lit the fuse. There was a limit to how much he could take in before he blew out.

"Oooh," he gasped, and closed his eyes. His lubricated fist coursed down his hard flesh. Rebecca's pussy crushed under her tight panties filled the video screen in his head. She wanted him to look, Just like Mrs. Beck knew what she was doing to him. Why else would she have lingered there with her camel toe so obvious? But what about Candy? When was the last time he saw his mom dressed up like that?

He watched in the mirror. His bulbous cock-head was a blur as it vanished and reappeared from his fist. His balls rolled and danced in his sack with pleasure, but something was missing. "Dammit" he said, and looked past his lotion slicked cock into the hamper. Baby-blue panties were staring back at him, mocking. He knew it was wrong but he picked them up anyway. His mom most likely wouldn't be examining underwear before she washed them. Who would do that?

Gloria's crotch-patch was moist, even warm, like she'd just taken them off. It's underwear, only underwear, so it doesn't matter whose they are. He breathed in through his nose and trembled. Like a chloroform rag forced over his face, the smell of pussy

made him dizzy, and a lust fog clouded his mind. Pussy smelled so

good to him. Did that mean something was wrong with him?

The switch flipped so fast that he was caught off guard by the first blast of his orgasm. Cum flew all the way to the magazine rack. He turned sharply and sent a splattering shot against the mirror, then another. Finally, he got the underwear in front of his dick head and pumped, milking it, pushing every last drop into the panties, into her cunt. That was it, wasn't it? He was fucking his sister. No, it's just underwear, he told himself again.

Evan was still shaky when he left the bathroom and approached Gloria's door. She was sitting on the end of her bed playing a hand- held video game and listening to her MP3 player. "Hi," he said, and picked up her softball bat. "What's up?" He put the bat under the bed and sat next to her. "What are you listening to?" He pulled one of her ear-buds out.

"Hi," she finally said, without looking away from the screen.

He put the bud close to his ear. "Gloria, you know what this song is about?" It was Laffy Taffy, by DL 4.

"Candy," she said, and switched off the game. "Why?"

"Hmm, not really," he said. "Don't let mom or dad hear it."

"Daha," she said. "I know what it's really about."

"Oh, really." He reminded himself that she wasn't his Baby-girl anymore. "Does that game help with math?"

"I got an A on my math test today"

"Wow, remarkable," he said. "Good thing I helped you with your homework." He messed her hair. "So, what did you want?"

"We're supposed to practice ball." She pouted and added, "Dad said I'm afraid of the ball."

"I'd be afraid too if I let a ball hit me in the forehead." He snickered. "You couldn't see straight for a week."

"Stop it," she said, and slapped his thigh. "It wasn't my fault." She hung her head and added, "I hate softball."

"Really, why?"

"I'm too small. All the other girls are way taller." She folded her arms over her chest. "Why does dad make me play?"

"Same reason he made me and Deana play. It builds character and keeps you out of trouble." He turned her head. "Between you and me, you're the best looking girl on the field. One day, they'll all be tall and ugly, and you'll be short and gorgeous, like your mother."

"That'll be the day," she said. "For now all got is too much for my age. She stood in front of him. "Paula said I'll have floppy jugs before I'm twenty. Do you think they're too big?" She pushed them together.

He wished he hadn't just cum in her underwear. Her nipples were clearly visible through the shirt. "That's not the kind of question you ask your brother."

"Who better to ask," she said. "You've seen me everyday since I was born and probably watched mom change my diaper. Wow, that's weird, you've seen all of me."

"It sure is weird that we're talking about this. You were a baby and I was too young to know what i was seeing," he said, wondering if his face was as red as it felt. His dad was right, she was too old for them to act the way they always had.

"Still, you see me in bathing suits and towels. Am I gonna have floppy boobs before I'm twenty?"

His little sister was more developed than Deana and all her friends, but considering her mother's body, that wasn't a surprise. "They're just jealous," he said. "They'd kill to have what you got, but they know they're never gonna have a bodacious body like yours. Jeez, just look at your mother and imagine one day, that's gonna be you. You're blessed."

You're a boy, of course you'd say that. The girls talk about me."

"I'm a connoisseur of women, and I say you got it going on."

"Cona what?"

"It means I look at lots of women, and I know what looks good," he said, "and you look good."

Her cheeks reddened. "Thank you."

"Let's go practice," he said, wishing he didn't know she was going commando under her shorts.

To Be Continued...