Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

"Thanks," he said. "I swear, I didn't do what you think."

She looked at the magazine, then back at him. "I'm sure you did do...what I think."

"But not--"

"Don't let it happen again, his sister said.

After another painful second, Deana lifted her left leg and rotated on her right knee so her back was to him, then she was

on her feet. There were less acrobatic maneuvers she could have used to get off the bed, but he hadn't been paying

attention. He had more important things to worry about. He quickly rolled on his side before she turn towards him. "Dee,

you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"

"And give up the best leverage you've ever given me? No, definitely not. One day I'll need something from you."

"Great."

Deana walked to the door, turned back, and said, "See yah."

After the door closed, he carefully returned to his previous position and looked at the sheet where his cock bulged.

Even.with the evidence right there in front of his eyes, he found it hard to believe his sister could have intentionally sat on his dick.

The discolored circle was halfway down his shaft. He smelled it, then tasted it. Deana had been wet! What was

she wearing under that shirt, or not wearing? His brain swirled with all the possibilities. He expected to be seeking.

"Immediate medical attention," in four hours.

Just when he thought his mother's red panties, Miss Tonya and Becky were the height of ridiculously bizarre, Deana had

doubled-down. Why wasn't she reading him like she always seemed to? Didn't she understand how much he wanted to break the

rule that he swore he'd never break? It was dangerous to play with fire.

Maybe one evil thought did open the door to worse? Deana closed her bedroom door and leaned her back against it,

like she could hold the demons outside. It was the same position she'd taken after listening outside the bathroom door

while her brother jerked off, except the evil forces had gained strength. Her breathing was too fast and she shook,

trembled really, envisioning the hard bulge. When she sat up straight, it crushed her sensitive pussy and her lips spread.

Her brother's stiff cock had touched the inside of her body.

Curiosity, that's all it was, she told herself. It wasn't like it really touched me, there was a sheet between us. She

threw herself on the bed and started crying. Who was she kidding?

When she barged into Evan's room, she was disgusted by the crusty deposit on her magazine, but before she could unload on

him, a movement caught her attention. She moved to the edge of the bed and stared. Her brother's penis was growing,

lifting the sheet, like he sensed her presence and wanted her the way she needed him. Her mind betrayed her and told her

what to do. Her heart started racing as she removed her shorts and underwear. She was soaked before she was on him. When she sat, he felt bigger than he had under her foot. Why didn't her body know Evan was flesh and blood, and dry up like a

desert?

What if he finds my shorts and panties under his bed? Her body jerked with a sob as she hugged her pillow. Evan loved her the way she loved him, she could feel that. She could also feel how much he wanted her, and how hard he was fighting it.

He was scared of what would happen if he let himself go. She was scared of that too, but a greater fear motivated her.

At the mall, Darlene spotted Becky sitting on a bench, her eyes going in every direction except the one Darlene was

approaching from. It was easy to see how excited she was. Darlene was excited, too. She had seen a lot of things, and done

more, but never seen somebody fuck their brother. Mm, that's so taboo, she thought, and her pussy started getting warm. Becky got up and started towards her. "What took you so long?" Becky asked. "I've been sitting on this bench for -- she

looked at her phone 'like forever."

"You know the bus hardly runs near my house, especially on weekends. I can't stay long because the next bus is the last

one and I don't feel like thumbing a ride."

"That sucks!" Becky said.

"It does, but I'm here, so let's see it," she said. "You did it, right?"

"I did...ah, sort of," Becky said. "I wish we had a monitor or something bigger than this screen. Maybe we can go into a store and hooked the camera to one of the TVs? This tiny viewer doesn't do it justice. We need a big screen, HD for this.

Hard Dick. She giggled

Darlene knew something was amiss because Becky was talking without taking a breath. "Sit," she said. "You want to get

arrested? I told you you have to be extremely careful with that. Nobody can ever see it or one or both of you will end up

in jail. Incest is still illegal."

"I know, I know, but still-"

"You are seriously jacked up, Becky. How many times have you watched it?"

"Only twice. ah, since I've been here."

"No wonder," Darlene said shaking her head. "You must be horny enough to screw that mannequin over there."

Becky glanced to her right and said, "Or worse."