Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

Becky had probably been flirtatious and seductive in her sneaky way for a long time, but since he'd gone into her room and shot his load, her ways had become a blatant assault on him. He closed his eyes and tugged on his dick.

In his imagination, he redirected the scene of Becky's return from the ball park. He intercepted her and pointed at those tiny cut-offs. "What would mom say if she caught you in those?" The narrow denim Inseam sliced into her plump pussy and spread it.

Becky hooked her thumbs in the pockets, twisted shyly on crossed feet, and said, "She'd say, 'Jason, you should show your sister what happens to naughty little girls who dress like sluts."

He turned her around, yanked her shorts down and bent her over the table. That fat cunt of hers posed for him between her thighs. Its inner pink glistened and spoke to him, "Take me."

Jason's fantasies mingled with REM sleep and turned to dreams. The boner he'd been playing with hovered over his belly. Maybe he'd have a wet dream, like Evan's.

Becky pulled Papa Bear on top of her and wrapped her legs around him. The hard bulge Evan had ground against her pubic bone was missing and she flung the giant prize from the county fair onto the floor. She'd outgrown humping stuffed animals years ago. Five years ago, when she started persistently flirting with Evan, she might have been satisfied or even thrilled by the short make-out they had, but today it had only made her want more, a lot more. If Evan had tried, she would have let him take her behind the dirt pile, or even fuck her right there against the wall. That was the kind of giri she was.

Ever since she could remember, she'd liked to do the things nice girls weren't suppose to do. Her mother had been telling her, "Nice girls don't touch themselves like that," since the first time she caught Becky with her hand between her legs. If giris weren't supposed to put their fingers there, then God should have given them shorter arms or made it so a wave of pleasure didn't shoot through her body. At seven years old, she was already rubbing her pussy in the bath tub. Boys couldn't even get hard at that age, and the wonder of orgasms would elude them for years after they

could get wood, yet she was already making herself feel so good.

Her poor brother suffered through their games without knowing the pure joy she was experiencing every time he licked her. Although, he never complained while she sucked his dick.

She thought once she was in high school Evan would take her seriously, but, like her brother, he was still holding out. Although, high school had surprised her in one way, the older girls could be meaner than middle school girls. That turned out not to be such a bad thing for her, but that's a story for another time, now she had to find some relief for her aching pussy. Maybe there were some good veggies in the kitchen.

Evan's House

Evan read Jason's e-mail, "Ask the Tumbler if she can do this." He ignored the rest of the message, clicked the link and waited for a web page to load, then he clicked "YES" to verify he was eighteen.

The video window loaded and a small, cute girl with light brown pigtails was sitting on a couch looking at TV. She bore an amazing likeness to Becky, and as the scene progressed, she reminded him of the annoying Becky that he'd put up with for years. A guy, who was the older brother's friend, was supposed to be keeping an eye on her while her parents were out. The Becky look-a-like was flirting like crazy and making inappropriate advances, which the guy rejected. Why the hell did Jason want him to see this?

The likeness ended when the pigtailed girl whipped off her shirt. Dark-red nipples capped her peach sized breast. The guy jumped up in shock, saying, 'Put that back on. Your brother..."

Evan tried to imagine what he would do in that situation. His hand was wrapped around his boner and he knew a few days ago he would have handle it right. If it was happening now, he'd be doing exactly what the guy was doing. He was pinching and twisting the inflarned tit caps.

The girl might have looked too young, but she handled a penis like the porn star she actually was. Surely, not the way Becky would handle one. The guy's apprehension was gone and he used the girl's pigtails as reins and stuffed his dick into her face. She blew spit out around her stretched lips and took him down her throat.

Suddenly it made sense, "Ask the Tumbler..." All the things he had seen at gymnastics class entered a new dimension of perversion. The well muscled girl pranced on short, stout legs and did a naked handstand. Evan hadn't imagined turning that girl upside down

could make him want to fuck her more, but it did.

The freaky girl's legs formed a V and her pussy opened. The guy

pulled her ass towards him. Her straight arms held her arched body and her face reddened. The trusted friend's erection probed the groove between the little sister's ass cheeks. Evan held his breath, staring at the taut, brown anus while the thick dick head pressed into it. Little Miss, Upside-down struggled to bend her body so it lined up with his intention.

The puckered ring stretched, caved and snapped open. The cock plunged the ass of the inverted girl and she cried out. Sweat beaded on her crimson face. The dubious babysitter gripped the globes of her ass, spread her wide open and pounded her. She grimaced with effort and pain and pleasure.

When he was finished ram-rodding her ass, he pulled out and shot a load that arched over her splayed pussy. Sperm sauce showered down on her red face, tits and torso. Evan's balls threatened to splatter his monitor. He said, "Fuck," and looked at the bottle of herbal supplements. "Why the hell did I want 'Bigger, fuller balls and powerful ejaculations' anyway?"

The Next Morning

It was finally the last day of school and Evan woke up thinking, this summer has great potential. He'd cleared his mind and his pipes, then had a solid night of sleep, and all he had to do at school was show up and say, "Good bye, until next year." Then all his energy would be focused on racing. In his mind, everything was perfect.

When he walked into the kitchen, he looked out the window and saw that his father's car wasn't there. He continued towards his mom, who was holding a mug, waiting for Mr. Coffee to finish emptying its brew. Her hair was tied back, hanging between her shoulder blades. "Hi, Mom," he sald, and looked down at her bare feet, calf and the ass that couldn't hide its sexiness even under a loose terry cloth robe. She was a hellofa mom.

"Hi, honey," she said, filling her cup. "Excited?"

It took him a few seconds of repeating her question before he knew how to answer. "Oh, yes," he said, and grabbed her shoulders. "I didn't think this year would ever end."

Her head fell forward. "That's nice. I have a kink in my neck."

He started massaging her neck and shoulders, watching the robe swish below her protruding rump. A split second misfire of brainwaves flashed an image of his hand lifting that robe to see how deep her ass cleavage really was. Of course she'd be wearing

those red panties. Shit, stop that, he told himself.