Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

Rebecca looked under the stall doors, then stepped forward. Deana recognized the look in Rebecca's eyes and fear seized her. Her eyes went frantically from Rebecca to the door and back. Rebecca's hands moved to her hips and the look intensified.

This can't happen, not here, her logical mind told her, yet the lips of her vagina tingled and her heart pounded against her chest. This is so dangerous, why am I getting wet?

Their lips met and danger was a catalyst for passion. She sucked Rebecca's tongue in and out of her hungry mouth. Her hands found the gymnast's firm ass. How many time had she wondered what those tight ass muscles felt like in that slippery material? "Ah. Reb, your ass, I love your ass."

"Oh no, you have the nicest ass in school," Rebecca said, and grabbed on with incredible force. "Mm...Mm."

"You're wrong, mine isn't rock hard like this thing."

"We'll settle this later, Rebecca said. "I'm glad we're good, really glad." She pressed her mouth to Deana's, and they kissed hard with one eye on the door. If it swung open, there wouldn't be anything they could do to make it not look like they were making out.

Deana finally pulled her tongue back from Rebecca's sucking lips. "Come on, let's go before my brother leaves us." She wasn't exactly sure what "good" meant, but making out in the school bathroom with her best friend was exciting. Was that good?

The parking lot was emptying quickly, and Evan waved to a car load of stuck up cheerleaders.

They didn't wave back. Jason was long gone, as usual. He didn't have to wait for his sister. Why Becky rode the bus was still a mystery to him. He wasn't buying her reason, "I like to." Nobody liked to ride the bus. Although, Becky wasn't like anyone else he knew. Certainly not like his sister. Deana would never play with herself in the living room while people were home. He couldn't imagine her doing that at all.

He had to play it cool when Deana got there or his mind reading sister would know he was up to something. It wasn't that he didn't trust her to keep his secret, he did, but he didn't want to implicate her in his plan.

The fewer people who knew, the better chance of nobody finding out, was his logic. Jason needed to know because he would provide an alibi and he wanted his best friend to be there when he finally fulfilled his dream. He'd tell Cindy when it was too late for her to tell him she wouldn't be apart of it, and then she'd have to help him because she'd arranged it. He'd never done anything so deceptive or dishonest. He was terrified.

"Evan," Rebecca said, "you need to settle something for us."

He turned and all his aggravation about having to wait for them evaporated. A lot had changed since the last time he'd seen the tumbler in those black stretchy things. Was that her bush or was her mound that thick? Her pants contoured to every dip, groove and valley and he could see the outline of her pussy. Jeez.

"No he doesn't," Deana protested.

"Sure he does," Rebecca said, and forcefully turned Deana around. "Who has a better ass? Give your honest opinion, nobody's feelings will be hurt."

He looked right, left, right, left and said, "What!"

"Whose ass is nicer?" Rebecca said.

"Are you high?" he said. This was a lose, lose situation for him. "How should know?"

"You're a guy," Rebecca said, "that's what you do, stare at girl's butts. Just say what you think, whose ass would you rather feel?"

"Rebecca, I'm going to kill you," Deana sald. "He's my brother."

"Yeah, yeah, so what. You two spent nine months naked together Inside your mother."

Evan was suddenly the meat in a girl sandwich. Rebecca had his hands and then they were on their behinds. Kind of a win, win, possibly, except for the fact that the Princess of Bubble-butt Heaven was his sister. "This is weird," he said, his hands tentatively feeling.

"It's not Charmin, give them a good squeeze," Rebecca said.

His sister's resistance had seemed weak at best and now it was nil considering he was touching her ass. "Fine," he said, and took full advantage of the opportunity, sure they'd quickly put a stop to it. An image of Deana's panties popped into his mind and it excited him to be holding onto what they covered. Deana's ass had more cushion and more of a slope that tucked under and hooked into her thighs. It was meaty, soft, yet solid at the core. She had more than a handful and it felt good ".