Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

Evan thought about it but didn't comment. "I'm done, got to lay down." He looked at the clock, it read 12:47 AM.

"I'm showering," Jason said, and turned off the overhead light. "Good night."

At 1:20 AM, Evan woke up to change positions. He knew why he'd

never join the Army and considered laying on the floor. Jason's bed was still empty. He re-positioned and started to drift off. The door opened, but he pretended to be sound asleep. Any interaction now might make him too awake to fall asleep with that bar digging into his hip.

Jason was between him and the nightstand light, wearing a towel. Long shower, he thought. Jason took off his towel. The silhouette of his cock and balls hanging between his legs made Evan blink hard, but he didn't close his eyes. It was fascinating to see such a huge dick when nobody knew he was looking.

His friend turned around. He closed his eyes, but not fast enough. He got an eye full of Jason's uncircumcised cock jutting out from a mat of brown hair. He squinted through one eye. The reddish- purple knob was poking out of its sheath. So much for shrinkage, Jason seemed to be partially erect. The thought embarrassed him, and he would never admit he had it, but he did. He thought, maybe he was jerking off in the shower. Then he imagined Jason also stopped at Becky's door, except he opened it. Maybe Becky gave Jason that blow job he said he would get?

Jason pulled up a pair of boxers and stuffed the mule inside, then got in bed. The lamp clicked off in the room was dark. Note to self, Evan thought, never have a threesome with Jason. Not that any girl would ever let him put that thing into her pussy.

Evan didn't know what time it was, nor did he care. He needed water to wash the dirt out of his mouth. He groaned and used his right arm to throw his left arm over the side of the cot. The pins and needles were painful. He wiggled his fingers trying to encourage blood flow. The clock read 7:11 AM. It was too early, but he couldn't spend any more time on the torture bed. As soon as he could feel all of his limbs, he was going to pee and brush his teeth, then he'd get dressed and go home for some real sleep.

It took a minute in front of the toilet to get his morning wood lowered. When he was done, he looked in the mirror, it was fogged around the corners, but he could see his face well enough to know how tired he still was. He wouldn't even bother to tell Jason he was leaving. No sense ruining his sleep, too. He brushed his teeth, drank some water and went to get dressed.

On his way back to Jason's room, he paused again at Becky's door, remembering how long Jason had been gone and his cock hanging down when he finally returned. It didn't seem likely, but it was exciting to imagine it. The door was open an inch. He knew better, but he pressed his finger against it and looked through the widening gap. Becky was standing in front of a large oval mirror. The antique frame was a rich cherry wood, taller than Becky. It was inappropriate in her room. Her chestnut hair looked darker and it was wetting the back of her shirt as she brushed it. He eased into the room, and when he was five feet away, he said, "Mirror mirror on the antique frame, show me how to rule the world." He expected her to scream, or at least jump, but she didn't.

"Close the door," she said, into the mirror. "Why are you up so early?"

He suddenly felt uncomfortable in her room with only his cotton shorts on. They weren't much more than boxers, and he hadn't put on a shirt. "I gotta go home and get some sleep. What are you doing up so early?"

"I woke up, she said, and whipped her hair. Drops of water hit him. "This is my magic mirror."

The smell of fruity fresh shampoo woke him up a little more. Gloria used that same shampoo, when she wasn't using Deana's. "Really, what can it do?"

It makes cute boys appear while I'm brushing my hair. Becky giggled, and kept watching him in the mirror.

He wanted to tell her how cute she looked, but he said, "Where, I don't see anybody." He regretted coming in her room, but he stayed standing right behind her, holding his toothbrush and looking at her in the mirror. Her shirt ended just below her crotch, and he had to assume he knew what was under it. Definitely not a bra, he could see that already, but were there any panties? Somehow, he doubted it, and that should have made him run, but he stayed.

"Funny," she said.

"You look pretty in there...in the morning." Did he just say that? Becky's smile said he had, and he wanted his words back. You're too tired to make rational decisions, go home.

Becky licked her lips and said, "Thank you, I'm glad you think so."

Whose hands are those on her waist? They were his, but seeing them in the mirror made them seem like someone else's hands. He squeezed her narrow waist, and moved his fingers further around to her stomach. She watched them, and inched back towards him. Her breasts seemed to grow, pushing out dark points against her white shirt.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said.

He was telling himself to get out of there before this funny little game got out of hand, but his hands were both on her stomach, pressing in, moving her back against his body. The edge of her shirt rose and fell, flirting with her crotch. He could easily answer his question about her underwear. "I should go," he said.

"Not yet," she said, and leaned back, tilting her head far enough to look up at him. Her wet hair was cool on his shoulder. She put her hands on top of his. "You ever think about that time we kissed?"

"Um-"he looked away from her eyes into the mirror and saw his hands moving up-"I have." He had often, but he wasn't going to admit it. If she kept moving his hands, they would be on her tits and her shirt wouldn't be covering her crotch.

"Me, too," she said, and turned around in his arms. "I think we should do it again. She rose up on her toes, and leaned in. He watched in the mirror what she couldn't see, the bottom of her ass globes. No panties.

"Might not be a good idea," he said, and wrapped his hands around the small of her back. He squeezed and intentionally lifted, completely uncovering her ass. It was pale, firm and incredibly sexy. His hands remembered how it had felt with denim shorts on. He wanted to feel it the way it was now, bare. He wanted to slide his fingers through the white valley between her cheeks, and find the silky, smooth ring of her anus. "Definitely not a good idea."

"It won't hurt," she said, and pushed up a little more. "Just one, that's all."

There was no doubt in his mind that it would be easier to have one Doritos chip than one Becky kiss, but he wanted to do it again. There was something about the way she was looking at him, and something about doing it behind Jason's back, while their mother was home, that made it seem like it would be the most erotic kiss

of his life. Living dangerously was growing on him. Becky tasted like strawberry lip gloss, and her tongue was seductive.

Becky's arms tightened around him, and she pulled herself up into the kiss. He could feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest, and the drum beat of her heart. He reached and filled his hands with that firm, little ass. She moaned into his mouth. He lifted and pulled her groin into his. The soft crowns of her butt flexed, and pushed into his grasp. He could feel her body twisting, hunching and grinding on his erection

He realized it was only his flimsy shorts that separated his dick from her flesh, and her movements seemed determined to remove the barrler. But to what end? Did she want to have sex? "Ahhh Becky...we shouldn't."

"Mmm, we should," she said, in a voice he didn't recognize. "We definitely should."

He adjusted his grip, and got a better hold of her butt. His fingers went deep, way down past her puckered ass-hole. The heat and wetness surprised him, but he didn't pull away. His index finger pushed inside the slippery folds of flesh. She meant it, she really meant they should definitely do it. "Your brother, what about Jason?"

"He doesn't care," Becky said. "I'm old enough, if I want to, what would he care, or my mother for that matter."

"We could get caught," he said. "Anybody could catch us.

"Ah, that feels so good," she said, and jerked her pelvis so more of his finger went inside her. "He won't get up and my mother will knock

Evan watched his hands working, and tried to envision the tight little hole his finger was poking into. It would feel so good on his cock, if he could manage to get it in her. if Ms. Mary knocked and he was sliding his dick in and out of her daughter, how long would she wait to open the door? It might be fine with her that Becky had sex, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop fucking her. Surely her mother wouldn't want to watch her daughter get fucked.

"I can feel you," she said. "I feel how hard it is." She created enough space between them to slip her hand in, and inside his shorts. "It's rock hard."

His dick was so hot that Becky's hand felt cold, but it warmed in an

instant, and it was soft, sliding up and down his prick. Jason's little sister, the previously annoying teen, was now a sexual creature, and she wasn't inexperienced. How long had she been like this, he wondered.

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted. She raised her arms and suddenly she was nude. His heart jumped at the transformation. Her breasts were small hills, topped with the most amazing tit caps he'd ever seen in real life. The whole top of her tits were cone shaped nipples, pulsing with her excitement. He grabbed one between his thumb and forefinger. It responded by swelling even further. He licked his lips and dipped down to take it into his mouth. Becky moaned, and shoved her chest into his face. He sucked hard and filled his mouth. He reached for her crotch.

Becky's pussy was more than a handful, and it was hot, and wet. His finger traced the moist line forward, then back again. Her body jerked and she sucked in a long fast breath. The inner flesh was even hotter, and it was wetter than a girl had ever been for him. He hadn't even fingered her yet and she was dripping.

"I want to watch," she said, in a pleading voice. "I want to see it happen.

"What?"

"This," she said, and moved. "Get behind me so can see what you're doing." Evan did what she asked. He had never been with a girl who gave him directions, and he had no idea how much he didn't know about sex yet.

When he was kneeling behind her, he kissed the sensual inward curve of her back, and admired her perky little butt. He looked past her body at her reflection. It was the most erotic moment of his life to date. He watched himself kiss her hip as his hand came around the other hip. It moved like it wasn't his own, confusing his senses because he could feel the tickle of her chestnut fuzz.

Becky's feet moved apart. "Touch it, reach between my legs and touch me. I want to watch it, see it all happen in the magic mirror. I've always wanted to do this."

He shivered, knowing the mirror had already showed her how to rule the world. He had never wanted to fuck any girl as much as he wanted to fuck Jason's sister right now. His thick middle finger opened her juicy slit, moved around until he found the spot, then he pushed up into her body. Becky tilted the mirror for a better view and opened her legs even more. She was fascinated by the sight of his finger driving in and out of her pussy hole.