Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

He'd beat off after seeing Becky's pussy calling him, but he was just as horny when he was done. She ruined masturbating for him. If he was going to get some relief, he'd have to find something to make it exciting. Since they stopped playing their games, he was always trying to find new ways to make jerking off satisfying. Mostly, he'd made it dangerous and weird, doing it in different. places where he might get caught. He'd learned every squeak and creak their house made and how long it took his mother to get from the creak outside her bedroom door to the kitchen or living room. He'd keep jerking off, trying to cum before she got to where he was, without getting caught. Maybe that's what he wanted, his mother to catch him stroking his dick, again. When he got really twisted up, like he was now, he'd cum in her

coffee cup or on the table where she ate or on her chair. He always

cleaned it up, but it still gave him some sick thrill knowing he'd

done it. If the table was set, and he could get away with it, he'd

stuff his balls in the glass that Becky was going to drink out of

When she drank during dinner, he'd get hard imagining his balls in

her mouth. He'd even take his dick out under the table, but he

never had the nerve to jerk off while their mother ate her dinner.

He put his glass of Gatorade on the table and thought about how

mad he was at Evan for telling him about Deana's panties. That's

why his brain had gone back to those evil thoughts in the first

place. Then, that self-righteous jackass had the nerve to say he didn't consider his hot sister when he came in her underwear. Bullshit, that wasn't humanly possible, not for a teenage boy. He was mad at Becky too. How could she be so callus about showing off her body? It was like she was trying to make him horny, all the time. Didn't she understand how hard it was for him? She use to suck his dick and let him cum in her mouth, now he couldn't even touch her. Hearing about shooting off in Deana's panties and seeing Becky's pussy had opened Pandora's box. "Damn it," Jason said, and shoved his shorts down to his ankles. "Why the hell did I do it?"

He put his foot up on the chair and plunged his balls into the glass of Gatorade. "Phew." He let his testicles cool, wondering why he had shaved his balls. It was stupid. Now they ached with need and tingled like crazy on the outside.

"Fucken Evan," he said, and left his shorts on the kitchen floor. His wet balls were swigging between his legs. Becky walked around in a shirt that barely covered her ass, why couldn't he. All rational thought was gone.

His sister's TV was still on. He said, "Becky," loud enough for her to hear him if she was awake. "Becky," he whispered again. The lump under the sheet didn't respond, so he closed her door behind him. Each step he took made him more fearful. Normal fear was supposed to steer you away from dangerous situations, his fear was exciting and made him keep moving towards the danger. Smelling her panties wouldn't be enough for him.

"Calculator, where's your calculator?", he practiced his excuse, as he approached the bed. Who wakes their sister up to ask for a calculator without pants on?

His cock lumbered upward, wobbled right, left and back to the right. His purple knob was pushing out of the foreskin. He was as excited as he'd been the first time. He knew better now. He eased the disheveled sheet away from Becky's middle. She was naked, on her back, one leg straight, the other bent. He tried to comprehend how much had changed in three years. His breath caught in his chest. Her flat stomach ended where a mound of chestnut fuzz exploded out of her body. A divot marked the start of the slit that rounded her pronounced pubic bone. Her groin was set off by deep cuts that formed a V, and acted as an arrow pointing between her legs. Her pussy lips were exactly as he remembered them, except they were more plump and succulent and he wanted to taste her and be inside her.

Mother, Fucker, he thought, what a pussy. The changing scenes on the TV cast a magical glow between her legs, flickering blue, green and red hues on her pussy-lips. They were two swollen flaps pressed together in a seductive kiss. He leaned forward until he could smell his sister. His tongue could reach if he stuck it out. His hand was moving up and down his dick. If he pretended he was eating her out and came on her floor, wouldn't that be dangerous enough to satisfy him?

Becky's breathing pattern barely altered when the tip of his tongue traced the slit between her fleshy lips. He was fearful and excited the first time, trying something new. He vividly remembered how his tongue felt pushing inside, and how the pungent tang made him gag at first. He wasn't sure he could go on, but somehow he did, and it became his favorite place to shove his tongue. The flavor, the texture of her inner labia and the resistance of her tight hole thrilled him. It was hard to find at first, but once he found the entry point, he loved to force his tongue deep inside his sister. She loved it too.

Reality slapped his face before he rammed his tongue inside Becky's cunt. He quickly stood up, thrust his groin forward, and pounded his fist up and down his cock. His veins rippled under his grip and his balls yanked up into the launch position. He was going to blow his load on his sister's smooth, pale flesh for the first time in three years.

The first glob of semen jettisoned over Becky's body and vanished in the pile of white sheets. Jason turned sharply and the second burst flew onto his sister's night table. He kept stroking his engorged penis and let his seed squirt on her carpet, where he'd leave it for her to step on. Served her right for torturing him with her body,

He left her room with his oozing dick swinging between his legs. He promised himself it was a one time thing and it would never happen again. He couldn't bear seeing his mother cry again.

In the morning, Candy kicked the covers off her legs and slapped the mattress. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sleep anymore. It was time to get up, but she didn't want to face the day. No, she didn't want to face herself, face the woman who had done that to her step-son. She'd planned on going up to his room before he went to sleep, but not to console him or make him think it had been nothing, and not to admonish him for what he'd done. No, she'd put on her new, sexy robe and was going to dish out more of the same. What did she hope to gain by getting Evan aroused other than the satisfaction of knowing she still had that power? Fortunately, she'd come to her senses long enough to lay on her bed and think about what might happen. Nothing good could come from her childish behavior. She'd cried until she fell asleep, face down on her bed.

When she woke up in the middle of the night she was relieved. Now that a new day had dawned, she resented having to put on the loose fitting clothes John would want her to wear around his friends, and go upstairs and make Evan believe nothing had happened. Everything had to go back to the way it was before he'd gotten a boner for her.

At Rebecca's House, Deana woke up lost, with that, "OMG, I'm late for school," panic. It passed once her brain process bits of data, but it was replaced with a new, completely foreign, OMG moment. She moved her head on the feathered pillow. It was one of Rebecca's and it was familiar from years of sleepovers. She stretched her legs. When they were kids, they'd wake up in PJs, but around eleven, they'd graduated to T-shirts and underwear. Now she was completely naked in bed with another girl. Everything

from the night before came back.

Rebecca's voice made her jump. "Are you mad at me?" She rolled on her back. "I'm sorrу." Rebecca turned on her side and propped her head up with her arm.

"No, I'm sorry"

Deana said, "What are you sorry for?"

"For not being sorry," Rebecca said.