Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

"Who kisses better, me or Evan?" Rebecca said.

"I really can't say," Deana said. "And no, you can't kiss him and see."

"Damn," Rebecca said.

He started the car and looked back at Rebecca. He wanted to kiss the girl that made out with his sister. Rebecca winked at him and lifted her skirt. She had a full triangle of reddish-brown pubic hair, and plump pussy-lips. She was that kind of girl.

For the five minutes it took to get to Rebecca's house, nobody spoke a single word. Evan kept one eye on the road and one in the rear view mirror. He didn't look at Deana.

Once Rebecca gave him a show getting out of the car, she pulled Deana by the arm. "Get up. I got to tell you something."

"What, Deana said. She stood with her back to Evan

Rebecca whispered, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I got off. I swear, I came."

Deana said no with her eyes, but let her friend grab a handful of her crotch. Rebecca's middle finger easily slip between her wet lips.

"You're on fire," Rebecca said. "You loved it, didn't you?"

"Shut up," Deana hissed. "It was your stupid idea. I was just playing along. She sat down. 'Bye, I'll call you later." She pulled her feet in the car.

Rebecca smirked and said, "You're a great actress," then shut Deana's door

Evan hadn't been able to hear what they were saying, but he could assume. Why the hell was it so exciting thinking about his sister with another girl?

When the silence got to be more than he could stand, he said the only thing he could think of to break the ice, 'Can't believe we did that."

"I can,' was all his sister said, then she continued staring out the window.

He thought about telling her about Rebecca's exhibitionism in the backseat, but decided to keep it to himself. The tumbler clearly had the equipment and the desire. It was just a matter of time.

Evan stopped in their driveway, shoved the shifter into park and blew out a long huff. "Summer vacation, wow. They sure had kicked it off with a bang.

Deana opened her door got out and said, "We'll talk later," then closed the door.

He stayed in the car trying to understand what was happening..

Rebecca's House

Rebecca was naked within twenty seconds of entering her house. She hadn't really thought her scheme would work, it was just a fun game she expected Deana to shoot down, yet it had been so easy, like her friend had been waiting for the opportunity to kiss her brother. Kissing Deana in front of someone, especially her brother, was liberating and erotic, but watching a brother and sister, twins, in a heated make out kind of kiss, opened a trap door to the really nasty fantasies she didn't normally let herself think about. Her crotch had caught on fire and she spread her legs and fingered herself while Evan was in the car with her. Hadn't she hoped they would catch her? She really was an exhibitionist. She loved showing Evan her pussy. It was just a matter of time before her wildest dreams came true.

Rebecca went into her parents room without her clothes. Why her mother had a 12-inch black rubber cock, she didn't know, but she was grateful. It went into her mouth without a thought about her mother's juices still being on it, she didn't care. She sucked it, moaning Evan's name. She had never been so aroused in her life. It was an irrational state of lust, like a horny squirrel running under a car tire in pursuit of a female.

Rebecca stood on the chair in front of her mother's vanity, and straddled the dildo. 'Oh, fuck me, Evan. Fuck me in front of your sister. She watched in the mirror as the black dick forced her pussy to open. It hurt, really hurt, but she kept on lowering her ass, watching the dick slide into her body. "Oh, Evan, fuck me, Evan..."

If she heard her parents, she'd be that squirrel under a tire.

When Evan finally came down from his room, he stepped off the last step into the hallway and Deana came out of her room. "Let's talk," she said.

'Okay,' he said, still pretending everything was normal.

"In here,' Deana said, and backed him into the bathroom.

"Why--

"Because," she said, and close the door, then push the lock button.

"This is weird," Evan said.

"Not nearly as weird as what happened in the car," Deana said. "I'm not sure what's worse, me kissing Rebecca in front of you, or us kissing in front of her."

It was obvious to him. He looked over her shoulder in the mirror and from behind, Deana could have been any hot girl, but when he stared into her black eyes, she was his sister. He could feel her and he thought she might cry. "Dee, don't trip on this," he said. "Whatever you and Rebecca do, I don't care and I'm never going to say anything. It's cool."

'Glad you think so," she said. "I promise, if you and Jason were making out, it would be a different story."

'Yeah, I guess so, but still, don't worry about it. Now's the time to explore, experiment and figure stuff out. Enjoy ourselves before we have grown-up responsibilities. We're young.

She rested her hands above his hips and mumbled, "So let's set the world on fire." It made butterflies in his stomach. 'If you feel that way, can I kiss you again?" she said. "To prove it wasn't anything. We were only pretending, acting for Rebecca."

"Sure, let's put this to rest." He dipped down and pressed his lips to hers while staring at her. Those beautiful eyes penetrated his soul. His sister wasn't pretending. Her hands moved behind his back and pulled him into her.

He closed his eyes and his tongue intertwined with hers. She sat on the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck, her heels hooked inside his legs and forced him into her open thighs. One of his hands was on her back, between her shoulder blades, the other was under her hair, on her neck. His dick was rock-hard and seconds. Did his sister want him as bad as he wanted Candy?

"Wow," Deana said, leaning back, her legs still holding him.

"Phew, that sure put things to rest. He didn't love anybody more than Deana, they shared a part of each other, but she was his sister. He couldn't love her that way.

"You sure pretend well," she said.

He was pretending, and he wanted to keep on pretending he didn't want his sister or his mother. "Ah, it's nothing to worry about, We got caught up.

Just some hormone thing or something. Nothing to worry about."

"It's a hormone thing all right," she said. 'Being a teenager sucks."

'It does, so let's just forget this."

"We should," she said. "Let's get out of here. I'll go, you stay a minute. It'll look better that way."

"Yeah, right," he agreed, yet didn't understand.

To Be Continued.