Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 58

All he heard was, "that spread," because his eyes had gone to the strip of fabric that now dug in and formed a definitive line separating the two sides of her pussy lips. He added too much oil on her lower back and watched it run down her sides. Fuck it, it's Groundhog Day, he thought, and grabbed her love handles. They were warm and squishy. His hands rotated around her waist, poking his finger tips under her stomach. His palms cupped the knobs of her hip bones and bumped her bikini lower.

"Mm, Gloria was right."

The sound of his sister's name made him stop. "What did she tell you?" Like a bolt of lightning the thought hit him. Gloria could have talked about what happened. Jayda might know he had a wet dream on his sister's leg.

"Nothing. She only said you give good massages. I shouldn't have said that," Jayda said. "Please don't tell her, and please don't stop."

"Jeez" She probably didn't know, but on the off chance that she did, or that she would tell Gloria he massaged her, he said, "We might be able to work something out."

"Anything," Jayda said.

He doubted it. "How about you tell me what you do behind the dirt pile?" He felt her body tighten under his hands.

Her head spun and she strained to look at him without exposing her chest. "What, ah, what do you mean?"

"I mean the dirt pile at the ballpark," he said. "I saw you coming from over there and I know we used to go back there to do things we didn't want anyone to know about."

"Oh, um, can't tell...tell you that," she said..

"That's okay, I'll get it out of Gloria."

"No, there's noway she'll tell," Jayda said. "It's a girls only thing, she'll never tell."

His speech was temporarily suspended while his brain maxed its CPU trying to process Jayda's words. There was the potential that Gloria not only knew what happened behind the dirt pile, but also- No, that's not possible. He rejected the thought. Gloria was his little sister, and he wouldn't let his mind go there. But if she did know, and she knew about Laffy-Taffy, then she could have known

what happened on her leg. He decided to fold his hand and get out of the game while he was still had his shirt, even though he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"You didn't get my legs," Jayda whined.

The glare made it impossible to tell if Miss Tonya was on the other side of that sliding glass door. His pulse quickened. He didn't have a shirt on and he was straddling Jayda with a huge boner about to pop out the top of his jeans, spreading oil on her flesh. He wouldn't ever be able to explain the feeling, except that it was like the one he got when he faced Jason's mother. He imagined fucking Jayda doggy style while Miss Tonya watched from behind the glass. It felt evil, and good at the same time, He wasn't thinking about any of his other issues anymore.

Her short legs were appealing. "I don't think your mother would like me, um, touching you...rubbing you when I'm supposed to be working," he said. He was actually done because the delivery hadn't come yet, so there wasn't anything to plant.

"She doesn't care," Jayda said, "but she might want you to do her, too.

Evan made zigzag lines of oil down her thighs while replaying her words, "...do her too." He watched the lines break and drool down the reddened flesh towards her inner thighs. Her mother probably would let him do her too, but she wouldn't want him doing Jayda at all, he imagined.

When the oll was about to drip from the swells of her pudgy thighs, he placed a hand on each leg. They were hotter than he'd expected and his heart rate increased more. He glanced at the house while his fingers swept up the inside of her legs. He looked down in time to see he was dangerously close to that blue strip of material. It had caved in further and threatened to give up its hold at the outer edges of her pussy lips. One nudge from a passing finger and he might be seeing more than Jayda had planned to let him see. She was obviously a tease, playing a game when she was safe with her mother Inside. More obvious was his propensity for awkward situations that tested his morals.

He placed his hands just above the back of her knees. His thumbs pressed into the insides of her legs. His fingers grabbed the outsides, and he shoved up in the direction of her bulging ass- cheeks. The webbing between thumbs and index fingers squeegeed the oil up her thighs. It collected at the cusp of legs and ass, then started running down the grooves that divided legs

and crotch. He watched it soak in, and darken the blue fabric.

Jayda's shallow breathing and the chirping birds were the only

sounds. He filled his lungs and reversed the direction of his hands.

Jayda's legs didn't feel like Deana's. Maybe they did, but they didn't make him feel the same. The fear he had was different, and so was his desire. He had been terrified when his hands touched the edge of Deana's butt. He was only nervous about touching Jayda's ass. He had wanted to touch Deana. He wanted to go further under her shorts and feel the heat of her crotch on his fingers, but not because he was horny or because he wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted her, wanted all of her and didn't want anybody else to have her. Wasn't there a small part of him that was glad his father didn't let her date?

When he reached the place Jayda's cheeks folded onto her thighs, he paused and waited for some reaction. He was horny and he did want to teach Jayda a lesson. Sex with Becky and watching Rhina only made him want sex more. It had been the perfect mind altering solution for his problem. He had completely forgotten how much trouble he was in every time he went home.

He rotated his hands. The exposed swells at the bottom of her butt tightened when his thumbs drove deep into the void between her parted legs. He was testing the edges of her leg openings, and testing her. He wanted to know if he could touch her pussy. Was there anything sane about desire, lust and youth?

He listened to the approving sounds of Jayda's purring groans and nudged the rims of her bikini. The crease deepened and virgin, pale flesh emerged. It probably was the same texture as the skin that had been under his thumbs a second earlier, but it felt completely different to him. His brain sputtered and his cock throbbed. If he sucked in his stomach he was sure his dick head would push out the top of his jeans. What would Jayda think if she saw that?

"Mmmm," Jayda moaned. "Ah, I bet Gloria loves your massages even more than she said." She hunched and flexed her ass muscles. "Mmmmm."

The hunch caused his thumbs to veer Inward and the flex made more of her bikini disappear into the valley of her ass. He slicked up the new real estate he'd acquired, and said, "She doesn't get massages like this." He was a little annoyed she'd brought Gloria into this, again.

"She'd love it-Ahhh-Really love it"

He grabbed both legs and the bottom of each cheek, and squeezed. Her ass was soft and chubby compared to Gloria's firm bubble-butt. Why would he compare their butts? He didn't want to bubble-butt. Why would he compare their butts? He didn't want to think about Gloria's ass as a firm bubble-butt. But it is, he thought, and that made the placement of his hands on Gloria's best friend's ass even more disturbing. "She's never going to know how this feels or that it happened at all," he said. "Is she?" He was frustrated that she hadn't backed down yet or that he couldn't do what he really wanted to do.

"I'll never tell...as long as you finish," she said.

Oh great, he thought, "finish", that could mean many things. Did she want him to finish coating her exposed skin, finish her off or do what he wanted to do to her? She wiggled and shimmied, and he took it as a hint. He circled each pudgy thigh with his hands, dug in firmly and pushed up her legs. She whimpered when he reached her ass, and he kept going. He wasn't sure how far she'd let him take this game, but he was going to challenge her limits like her bikini was being challenged to contain her pussy. Which would give up first, he mused.

Miss Tonya wished she was a birdwatcher. She'd get her binoculars and see if that really was a ridge up the front of Evan's Jeans, filled with his hard teenage cock. She stepped closer to the sliding glass door. She knew from being outside on a sunny day that Evan couldn't see her, even though he kept looking right at her. She liked that he was looking, thinking she didn't know what he was doing. Tonya was young enough to remember those days when a younger girl would tease and test an older boy. Evan was sure to be outdone by Jayda.

Tonya had come home one day and found her daughter with her legs wide open and her hands on the head of one of her friends, pulling her face into Jayda's crotch. It seemed like normal exploration to Tonya because she'd done the same thing, and they were both old enough. Instead of screaming and acting like an uptight mom, she stood outside the bedroom door and peeked in, watching until her daughter got off. Then she went back to the front door, opened it quietly and closed it hard.

Jayda was dressed, acting normal when she got to her room the second time, but she didn't realize it was impossible to hide the glow of a good orgasm. Tonya never said anything.

Any of the mothers Tonya knew would be horrified about what was happening outside. That was stupid to her because they all knew their daughters were old enough to have sex, and probably had, so why flip out if you happen to see it happen? Imagine what they'd think about this, Tonya thought, and opened the front of her pants.