Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

Evil Secrets in the Giri's Club

The next morning, Evan had a blank slate to work with. There was nothing like a good night sleep to clear the mind. He wasn't thinking about racing, Gloria's panties, her tits or his mom doing laundry. It was Friday, and even though he had to go to school, school had a different vibe on Friday, especially when the school year was almost over. Plus, his talk with Deana had helped him, not just because of her idea to talk to Cindy, it was more than that. She had done something for him that he didn't even understand, but he had more hope.

When he reached the kitchen, he remember the thing he didn't even want to think about. It wasn't right to think about your parents having sex. He wanted his beautiful step-mom to be treated like the goddess she was, she deserved that much, and he didn't think his father did that, so he didn't deserve to have sex with her.

Compassion and anger were a dangerous emotional cocktail.

Candy was standing at the sink washing dishes. His father's car was already gone. "Good morning, Morn," he said, and put his hands on her shoulders.

Candy said, "Good morning," but didn't look at him.

It wasn't until his hands started massaging that he realized it had been too long since he'd touched her that way. When she groaned and rolled her head, he remembered why it had been so long. Last time, the energy that flowed from her into his hands made him nervous, and the sensual sway of his mom's body had frightened him. It was happening again, but he wasn't nervous or frightened, he embraced it, and treated her the way she deserved to be treated. She was a wonderful woman, and his first crush.

"Mm, Evan," Candy said, "thank you. That feels so good. You have magic hands."

His mother's voice snapped him out of the trance he was in and he was embarrassed by the thoughts he'd been enjoying. If his father was in the same zip code, he'd never touch her that way. "It's the

least I can do considering all you do for me," he said. "You must want something," she said.

"No, that's not it, I'm just a great son." He worked harder with his

hands. "Oh, me and Deana were talking and she wanted to know if you had pictures from when we were kids." "You're still kids," she said, and took a long pause. "I'll think about it"

He knew he made her uncomfortable by her fiat tone and the tightening of her shoulders, so he let it drop. Had she thought they didn't think of her as their real mother?

"Me next," Deana said.

Evan was glad Deana showed up and yanked his hands away from Candy's neck. "Oh, no," he said. "I think your foot gets enough massages already. Mom, you know she makes me rub her nasty feet when I'm driving her."

"Really," Candy said, and turned. "I wish I had someone to rub my feet. You're a lucky girl, Deana."

"Jeez," he said, and shivered at the thought of rubbing his mom's feet, then one side of her bathrobe bowed out and for a second he thought he saw it. Could he have actually seen the brown ring of her nipple? "It figures you'd say that. Girl's club, I guess."

"You're a good brother," she said, and stroked his cheek. "He's all right, for a brother," Deana sald, and chuckled.

"Whatever," he said. "Come on, lets go or I'll be late and the Wicked Witch of Homeroom will burn me at the stake." He needed to get the hell away from the vibe his mother was putting out. Jason's House

The bathroom door was partially open and Jason could see Becky at the sink, brushing her teeth. Her back was to him and her night shirt only reached to the creases at the top of her thighs. He thought about turning away, but all that talk about Deana's underwear made him stay. Becky leaned over to spit and rinse her mouth. Jason held his breath. Her shirt lifted, her ass pushed back and her cheeks parted. Suddenly, where there had been nothing a second ago, his sister's pussy appeared like a target for his penis. As she leaned in to suck some water from the tap, her pussy-lips gave up their tight seal and showed him that pink spot where he'd shove his cock into her. The moist, inner meat glistened and mocked his growing dick. Walk away, he told himself, and continued to stare. His sister had developed a beautiful, fat pussy. Becky turned towards the toilet and pulled her shirt up to her waist. He held his breath. Her white ass cheeks and the even whiter gap between them made him want to shout, turn in a circle, then kneel down to kiss it, lick it and worship her ass.

His sister's crotch pushed forward and a stream of piss splashed into the water. It got him even more excited. It was amazing how much piss could blast out of such a skinny girl. He was glad she still had a thing about standing up and pissing. He had always loved to watch her pee.

The abrupt end of blasting piss was followed by a short burst and two quick splashes. Becky stiffened, grabbed her crotch, roughly swished her hand back-and-forth, then shivered. After standing there frozen for a few seconds, she sucked her fingers. Had he just seen her getting off and tasting her own fluids?

Jason retreated to his room, where he'd have to spank his monkey, thinking about the time Becky stood like that and pissed on Paula Dunkin's book-bag at the bus stop, while everyone watched. She told him Paula deserved it for lying about her, but he suspected it was more fun than payback. Maybe one day he'd ask her about it.

On the way to school, Becky sat sideways on the back seat of the bus with her legs stretched across the seat. She was holding the spot for one of the older girls who got on the bus later. That was expected of her, but she didn't resent it, or any of the other things she had to do. Being someone's Bitch had it's advantages, especially when that person could help her fulfill her fantasies and achieve her goals. She could hardly wait to talk about the teeth brushing incident. It baffled her that her brother hadn't cracked yet. She'd really been turning it on lately, making sure Jason knew what she had, but always in an innocent, "Oops, did show my ass," kind of a way. He was determined to honor his promise to their mother, but she knew he was looking at her differently. It was just a matter of time now.

At School, lunch period came quickly for Evan. All morning his teachers reviewed for finals and he thought about his mother and how she had responded to his hands. Was she offering to let him rub her feet? He was sorry he'd asked about the past and spoiled a perfect moment. She'd told him at least twice that their father perfect moment. She'd told him at least twice that their father didn't want them to think about the past.