Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 60

Becky grinned. "I know it makes me feel sexy, and the way it's hugging my butt is getting me hony. It's gonna be hard to not show my ass."

Darlene smiled, glanced at the store employee who was watching them like she knew they were planning on stealing something, then she reached between Becky's legs. "I knew you wouldn't have panties on," she said. "If that lady wasn't watching I'd-"

"She can't see us from the chest down, go ahead, do it." Becky desperately wanted to get fingered right there behind the clothes rack while someone was watching.

"She already thinks we're going to try and walk out of here without paying for that, Darlene said. "What do you think she'd do if she thought we were lesbians playing with each other?"

"What do you think she'd do if she knew I was doing this?" Becky knew how wrong and how dangerous what she was going to do was, but she was pissed off now. She'd done the most incredible thing that morning, finally gotten Evan to stop seeing her as Jason's sister, and had the most amazing sex of her life, but Darlene didn't even want to talk about it. Now some middle age lady was keeping her from fulfilling a major fantasy.

Becky pushed the dresses on the round clothing rack apart, arched back and pulled up her skirt. Her pee hitting the carpet under the rack was louder than she expected, but she couldn't make herself stop.

"You, ah, shit, Becky," Darlene said in a low, yet excited voice. "Oh my god, you're a freak"

The sound of her friend's voice made the flow stop abruptly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.

I just-

"Just get your stuff and let's go pay for that before she realizes you pissed on the floor. I can't believe you did that."

"Are you mad?"

Darlene shoved the dresses back in place and said, "No, but I'm too excited to stay here."

It was too bad that Darlene had to catch her bus because Becky was pretty sure if they had more time, she could have gotten Darlene on one of those beds in Dillard's. She hoped Evan and Jason would also be awestruck by the new skirt. She wanted to

model it at dinner, but their mother could never see that part of her wardrobe.

The dinner table was set and Gloria was having a conversation with his father. Evan sat down and Deana smiled at him. It finally hit him, she knew he jerked off in the bathroom. All the embarrassment he would have felt, if she hadn't sat on him, made his cheeks warm. He wished he could eat in his room.

Gloria sounded disappointed that his dad was going to miss her next game, but Evan didn't think she really cared. He thought she played the role of good daughter to make her mother happy. She probably wanted to know who her real father was, but nobody ever talked about that.

Evan listened to the conversation carefully, but not because he cared. All he wanted to hear was when his father was leaving for China, and how long he would be gone. He couldn't ask because that would seem suspicious. A guilty conscience sucked.

His father looked at him and said, "You got a job yet?"

Dammit, he had hoped that wouldn't come up. "I got some good prospects," he said, hoping that was the right word. "Lots of applications filled out and an interview lined up, soon." He actually did have something in the works through somebody that knew someone else, that Miss Tonya knew, but nothing solid, and no applications had been filled out.

"That's good. His father sipped his wine. "Your mother said you got some odd jobs."

His heart raced. What had Miss Tonya told his mom? The thought made him want to vomit. "Ah-" he glanced at his mom, she smiled and he went on, "I guess, lawns, landscape, maybe some painting, stuff like that."

"That's fine, but keep looking for a steady job. Don't want you to end up being somebody's lawn boy."

Evan hated his father again. He started eating quickly, so he could get the hell out of there. He didn't look at his mother because she would know something was up.

Becky watched Jason Stuff his mouth, then turned towards their mother. She was also enjoying the meatloaf and mash potatoes she had prepared. Becky smiled, stabbed some string beans and placed her other hand between her legs. She could feel the heat through her jeans. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing a skirt because she was wet and might not be able to resist. She'd been hot and wet all day with anticipation. Jason had been avoiding her, but she hadn't been pursuing him. She was patient, she'd waited three years already, but now that it was so close, the wait was brutal.

Confessing something you'd planned to take to your grave, lightened your load, even when your confidant couldn't relate or couldn't Imagine doing the same thing, but telling Darlene her dirty little secret about Jason was like telling another pyromaniac you have gasoline. Darlene confessed things about herself that were shocking and exciting. That was hard to do because there weren't many things about sex that Becky hadn't already imagined. Darlene proved to be a fine teacher of seduction, and a great partner, working towards emptying their sexual bucket lists. Tonight, if everything went according to plan, Becky's bucket would be lighter.

That night, Evan put on workout clothes and went down to the playroom, but all he did was sit on the couch. The shit his father gave him about finding a job pissed him off, but sitting next to Gloria, watching her and listening to her made him ashamed of what he'd done with her friend. Really, it was the things he wanted to do and the things he imagined doing if she was really naked in the backyard tomorrow.

He closed his eyes and saw Jayda's ass squeezing out of her bathing suit. She wanted him to massage her butt just like Deana had, but that didn't mean they were telling him he could dip his finger between their pussy lips and search for their clit. What if he'd gotten Jayda off right under her mother's nose? His dick responded to the thought and he knew he needed serious psychiatric help. Hadn't he heard somewhere that every bad action started with a bad thought?

He opened his eyes. 'Shit! Deana, holy shit." His sister's face was half an inch from his. "What were you doing, trying to kiss me?"

"No,' Deana said. "Didn't you hear me coming down the stairs?"

"No. If I had heard you you wouldri't have scared me. Your face was right there when I opened my eyes. I might have crapped myself.

"Sorry, next time I'll throw something at you from across the room.

His sister was standing directly in front of him, her legs touching his knees. She was wearing the same type of gray sweatpants he had on, except hers were tight. "Or you could send a message into my mind and tell me you're there."

"What makes you think I can do that?"