Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

Chapter 51: "Groundhog Day"

Evan found his house surprisingly quiet, and that was a relief because he didn't want to see or speak to anybody.

He went straight to his room, got naked and got in his bed. He was exhausted, yet his mind was buzzing with excitement.

He'd finally gotten laid. What a rush, he thought, and started replaying it in his head.

It had been incredible. Spontaneous, dangerous sex was amazing. Sex with Stacey was great, but they usually had to plan

it, pick a time and a spot, then hurry up. That morning, he hadn't planned it, expected it or even imagined it could have

happened the way it did. He'd been fucked by Jason's sister while their mother was home, and as it turned out, she hadn't

even been asleep.

He had walked into the kitchen, and there she was sipping coffee It scared him, but he stood there talking to Becky's

mother, knowing he'd just had sex with her daughter. How close had they been to getting caught in the act?

As he got more comfortable in Ms. Mary's presence, a strange boldness started to manifest. He deliberately conjured up

Images of Becky's crotch lowering on his erection, challenging Ms. Mary to read his mind. The only way he could explain

what it was like would be to say, it was like the moment in Groundhog Day when Bill Murray realized it didn't matter what he did because tomorrow morning it wouldn't have happened. He could have said, "I just fucked Becky," and it wouldn't have mattered what her mother said. He thought he was going to get a hard on right there in front of Ms. Mary.

Evan had gotten away with a major impropriety. He should have been satisfied, relaxed and ready to rest, but he lay there on his back, reliving the moment his dick finally broke through the tight ring at the mouth of Becky's pussy and slid up into her body. He gasped when her hot body surrounded his cock head. Sex is addictive, he thought, especially risky,

dangerous sex with someone you shouldn't be having sex with.. That's probably why people have affairs.

He wasrit a better person because of what he'd done, but for the moment, he didn't care. He closed his eyes and ignored

his morals for now, anyway. There would be plenty more opportunities to "do the right thing", as his father always told

him.

He was really going to have to focus on the tumbler now because Becky was off limits for him. Once was enough, wasn't it?

Jason held his face in both hands and squeezed. My sinuses are probably filled with all that dirt I breathed in

last night, he thought. He rubbed his itchy eyes and looked over at the empty cot. Evan wasn't there, and he was glad because he needed a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. Once should have been enough.

The thing that happened in the kitchen with Becky wasn't supposed to happen again. He knew if it did, they'd end up

falling back into their old ways. If that happened, eventually they would get careless and busted. Hadn't that already

happened?

Becky caught him totally off guard; he was weak and horny when he came out of the shower. She came out of her room and walked right into him. He was wearing a towel, she had her hair in pigtails. In that instant, Becky reminded him of Billy Joe.

If he could just date Becky's blonde doppelganger, then he wouldn't be tempted by Becky. Fuckin ticket girl! He

hadn't even been able to get Billy Joe's phone number.

After what Becky had done in the kitchen, he should have recognized it as one of her staged, "Oops, I didn't know you were up," moments. Hadn't he? That's probably why he didn't give himself time to think. They hadn't even closed her door, and she was on her knees sucking him off; it was amazing. His sister gave head like her initials should be BJ. She seemed to

get off on doing a great job, and taking a ridiculous amount of cock down her throat. He came quickly and hurried to his

room. He was grateful he hadn't fucked her. He wouldn't do that. Thank God mom is home today.

Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Memorial Day, he thought. He wished school ended after Memorial day so they could get an

extra holiday, like his Yankee cousins. They were still out of school in August. Stay focused, he told himself. Becky is

dangerous, and Tuesday, when their mother went back to work, he wouldn't be safe. He wondered if that really mattered to him as much as he thought.

"Evan!" His body was jolted by the sound of Deana's voice, "Evan!"

Evan opened his eyes and tried to understand what was happening, but he didn't even know what day it was and hardly knew

where he was. Deana's tone wasn't friendly, that was clear. Could she know he had been fucking her best friend in his

dream? Why was she sitting on him with that look on her face? "Dammit, Evan," she said, and waved something.

He waited a few more seconds and took it all in. Her knees were against his sides, spurring him. His sister was wearing a

button up flannel shirt, unbuttoned at the top, but secured from her breast to her crotch, thankfully hiding everything he

didn't want to see. What was she waving at him? "Deana, why are you sitting on me?"

"Because," she said, and held a Seventeen magazine in front of his face. "I know boys have to do gross things, but oh my

god, don't you have something better to look at when you do it?"

Somehow his brain instantly knew what she was talking about and his cheeks flushed. 'Dee, I can explain." He couldn't, but he needed to say something. Really, he needed to make her move because what was happening would be far more embarrassing

than what happened to her magazine.

"Go on, explain" she said. "This ought to be good.

"I wasn't looking at it," he said. Shit, if she gets up now she's gonna see it and know for sure what a pervert I am.

"Pervert!" She straightened up and put more weight on his groin. "Lucky I found it and not Gloria or mom."

"Would that be more embarrassing?" he said. "Could it be?"

"Um, not sure, I've never had anything this embarrassing happen to me."