Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

When he finally got out of bed that morning, he thought he'd find his sister and ask her why she did it. Face her, get it

over with like a book report, and clear the air the way they had after the thing in the bathroom, then he could enjoy the

rest of the summer.

That's what he thought he would do, but when he saw Deana, she acted like nothing happened. If she hadn't even noticed,

and he brought it up, then he'd be admitting he got a hard-on because his sister was sitting on him. He chose not to say

anything because it didn't matter if she knew, if she planned it, if

she was just being funny or if she wanted to have sex

with him. If he said nothing and did nothing, then it would all go away, but he had to stop thinking about it.

He had finally gottern laid, and it had made him forget all about Deana and his mother. Fucking was the answer to all his

problems, except the problem he was going to have getting Rebecca alone and keeping the secret from his all knowing

sister. Wait a minute, he thought. Why doesn't Deana know how I feel about her?

He decided it was probably hormones or some girl thing related to her period. Or, maybe she didn't really read him the way

he always thought she did? It didn't matter now, he was going to that spot on the creek behind Doc Davey's farm. He was

hoping it would be as exciting as the last time. Of course, he was three years older and he would be alone this time, so

it wouldn't be a life altering event. Would it?

The bus was almost empty, but Darlene went to the back and slid in next to the window. Evan's body and erection

were still on her mind. She wished she had handled it better. Poor Becky had been overwhelmed with excitement and she

acted like it wasn't a big thing. It was unfortunate that Becky couldn't know how she felt about Evan. Becky did know how much she wanted to see her and Jason. It wasn't normal to want to see incest, but neither was wanting to do it. Becky

might be less normal than am, she mused.

Darlene thought about what Becky did in the store, and wondered how she got the way she was. Darlene knew she acted the

way she did because she had been through things that turned her into a freak, but Becky had a mother, the same mother who

gave birth to her. She had a father, too. Even if he left and Becky never got to see him anymore, he sent birthday and

Christmas presents. He supported them and she knew where he was, and most of all, who he was.

It wasn't that Darlene wanted a mother, it was too late for that, but she did want to find her mother. At least meet the

woman once, so she could ask her why she had abandoned her. Darlene had heard the reason from people who were just

supposing and from the woman who was supposed to be her mother's sister, but she wanted to hear it directly from the

person who had caused her life to turn out the way it had. What kind of person gives up their daughter and leaves her

sister not knowing where she is?

Darlene thought about Becky and Jason and wondered what it would be like to have a brother. If she had a real brother

would she have sex with him? Maybe she already had and didn't know it was her brother?

The closest thing to a brother Darlene ever had was a foster brother, and she stabbed him with a pair of scissors. That

was unfortunate for her because she had been with the best foster parents she ever had. They didn't fiddle with her and

they were upper-middle-class. Everything was finally looking up, that was until Junior came home from college. Junior had

always treated her like Cinderella. He tried to make her think she owed him something because his parents had taken her in. After a semester in college, he came home and thought she should be grateful, and show it.

She already knew about sex, she had learned in group homes, and she wasn't a virgin at the time. She didn't even really

have a problem fucking her foster brother. They were both old enough to decide. But, she wouldn't let him take something

from her because he thought she owed him. He ripped her shirt and she rammed her scissors into his thigh.

Nobody believed her, just like with her first foster father. "Junior would never do that," her foster mother said. "Why

don't you want to be here? Haven't we done everything for you? How could you say that about Junior?"

That time she didn't get shipped back to the state foster home, it was off to juvie hall. She was luck she didn't get

charge as an adult like she should have, but she got an education in juvie hall anyway. That's where she learned how

to eat pussy, and how to make other girls eat hers. She learned about fighting, and she met girls who told her about

stealing, selling yourself and surviving, no matter what. She wasn't a better person when her year ended.

The trail from behind Doc Davey's barn was more overgrown than he remembered it. The woods were dark and the trees'

leaves were still giving up large drops of water. The smell reminded him of the last day of school on the dirt road. It

was a shame that his smell association had been reprogrammed to remind him of the day he French kissed his sister.

When he reached the sandbar where the river curved, he looked across to the island. It seerned more like a strip of dirt

with trees and underbrush. Everything seemed smaller, especially the level of excitement he had. What he'd seen Jason

doing had overshadowed the thrill of getting naked in a somewhat public place, but it had been a thrill. He focused his

thoughts on how he felt taking his clothes off that day, the nervous energy and the erection he'd gotten even though his

best friend was there. He pictured himself beating off on the island, then he realized he just couldn't make himself

relive one of the most monumental days of his life. Only one thing left to do.

Evan looked in both direction and listened for any sounds that might accompany other humans. The storm must have sent all

the boaters back to the dock. It wouldn't be long before people were fishing, water skiing, and enjoying the river again.

He took his shoes and his shirt off and stared back into the woods behind him. His nerves started to buzz when his hands

reached for his shorts. Did being old enough to know better make him more fearful, or had he been this scared last time?

Once his clothes were piled out of sight, he was terrified. He needed to get into the water fast. It was cold at first,

but then he was warm and more excited than scared. It was dangerous being naked and not near his clothes. If somebody

showed up, he'd have to stay in the water until they left. His dick was hard, but there was no way he could beat off while

treading water. The island would be the best place if he didn't want to get caught, and if he was lucky, a boat load of

naked women might float past.

The distance to the island had shrunk like everything else. He looked back when he was standing in waist deep water, then

he hurried the rest of the way. When he was completely out of the water, he turned around. He looked down at his cock,

then at the spot where someone would come out of the trail. More of that nervous energy came. It was like thinking about

Becky on his cock while talking to her mother. I dare you to see my boner, he thought.

Not being as daring as he imagined, Evan walked into the woods. The chance of seeing a boat full of naked women was nil, but he tortured his feet anyway, and made his way across the island.

After not seeing a boat for too long, Evan stepped out into the open. If a boat came he'd hear it long before they saw

him, but he still felt like a pressed spring ready to uncoil and fly back into the bushes. Standing anywhere outside

without clothes and a hard cock was amazing. Fear and lust were having a tug-of-war in his mind, but his throbbing

erection suggested lust was winning. He spit on his hand and started stroking his dick. Part of his brain said, if a boat

comes now I won't even hide, the other part pumped adrenaline through his veins and heightened all of his senses. He'd run

like a zebra at the sight of a lion if a boat motor hummed in the distance.

His ears picked up the slightest sound and he froze. It could have been a critter rustling bushes, but he couldn't chance

it, so he started back through the woods. Before he reached the other side, fear without lust gripped him. It wasn't a

critter. Suddenly his exhibition seemed like the stupidest idea he'd ever had.

At the edge of the brush, from behind a tree, Evan watched the sandbank across the water. Whoever owned the voice he'd

heard wasn't visible. Less than twenty-five yards separated him from his clothes, but could he get to them before someone appeared on the bank? Should I wait it out over here, or chance getting stuck in the water until I'm wrinkled up like an old prune? Or even worse, he could be on land, halfway to his clothes and some ten year old girls could pop out of the

woods.

Before he made a dash for the water, a girl came out of the trail onto the bank. He ducked. He thought he knew her from

school, but he wasn't sure. Maybe she was alone and she'd get naked, too. They could meet in the water and who knows. She had been talking to someone, though.