Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 53

Darlene didn't want to know what worse could be, so she said, "Give me. Let me see it. You're cut off. Watch that fat guy or something."

"Shut up," Becky said.

Darlene took the camera from Becky and pressed play, then adjusted the angle so there wasn't a glare. Her chest muscles knotted.

"It's already at the place things really get started," Becky said.

The picture was small but it was crystal clear, and it wasn't Jason. She stared at Evan's muscled, dark body.

He had just the right amount of black hair on his chest in that sexy line of hair running from below his belly button into his shorts.

"What happened? This isn't Jason," she said without looking away from the screen.

"I told you, sort of, Becky said. She sounded disappointed.

"I thought you needed the camera to video Jason and you?"

"I did, Becky said. "I still do. There was a problem. Evan stayed over."

"Looks like you solved that problem, sort of." Darlene tried not to let her face show that Evan's dick had just popped out

of his shorts. Her juices started flowing. He was a hunk, she already knew that, but she didn't want him to have a

beautiful cock, too. She loved dicks that got so hard the veins throbbed against the stretched skin, and curved back

towards the guy's stomach. They were designed to slide right in and hit spots a straight dick missed. She could almost

feel those bulging veins snapping across the narrow ring at the entrance of her cunt hole.

"That's Evan," Becky said. "I've wanted that to happen ever since I've known him. Well, at least since I knew what that

was. I gave Jason head, but I couldn't do him while Evan was

there. Not the way I need it to happen. It has to happen a

certain way. I've dreamed of it a certain way forever. Evan's a stud, and look at that thing. It killed me. In a good way,

but man

That kind of cock might have been designed to slide right in her, but it didn't look like it was going to fit in Becky.

Darlene wished the camera had been directly behind Becky's ass so she could watch Evan entering Becky's sweet little hole.

"Did you record it? Where is Jason and--

"I didn't get it," Becky said. "I'm sorry it just didn't happen right. I opened my door to go get him, but he was right

there and I had to do it fast. You know, before he chickened out or Evan came. I couldn't turn the camera on."

"You gonna do it tonight?"

"Tomorrow night, it'll have to happen tomorrow night"

"What's wrong with tonight?" Darlene said.

"Aren't you watching that?" Becky said. "I'm sore, plus, my mother is off tomorrow so she'll stay up too late."

"Why did you fuck him so hard?" Darlene knew Becky was annoyed that she wasn't sharing her excitement, but she was more

annoyed that Evan was such a good fuck.

"I couldn't help it. It was so good and you know how I am. I've never gotten off so many times having sex. You know,

regular sex with a dick." Becky glanced impatiently at the camera. "What's wrong with Evan?"

"Doesn't look like anything is wrong with him," Darlene sald knowing she couldn't get into it with Becky or anyone else,

except Ms. Style. "This is amazing. I was expecting Jason, that's all. You talk so much about it, I was excited to see it.

To see you doing your brother for the first time. That's the most exciting thing I could ever imagine." It wasn't, but it was definitely on her list of must-see's.

"It's gonna happen," Becky said, "But that was on my bucket list too, and it was the best sex I've ever had."

"I know," Darlene said. "I'm sorry, I should be happy with you. This is Incredible. I wish I had time to take you

someplace and--

"We can go where the bedroom sets are in Dillard's?" Becky perked. up. "That's on my bucket list, too."

"You sure are fun to have around, Darlene said as Evan started shooting inside Becky. "How did that feel? He just came in

you."

"How did you know?" Becky said.

"I've seen a lot of guys cum; it's obvious."

"I came so hard saw spots. That's when I really started punishing myself."

"I can see that." Darlene pushed the stop button and handed the camera back to Becky. "I told you it was amazing when they

pop off inside you. Keep that until you're done. It will be okay with Ms. Style.'

"Thanks," Becky said. "You won't be disappointed next time."

"I can't wait. Come on, let's go get your skirt before I have to catch my bus."

A thunder storm had ended twenty minutes earlier, but there were still ominous, purple clouds out in front of

Evan's car. They were quickly moving to the northeast and the sun was starting to shine. Both of his windows were down and

the thick air was buffeting his hair. It smelled crisp and clean. He watched the steam rising from the pavement as it

dried. He loved how it felt after a quick summer storm. It reminded him of simpler times.