Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

He couldn't read her, but she sucked in her stomach and released his lip. His fingers slid inside the back of her sweatpants. He closed his eyes and started kissing her again. The groove between her cheeks got deeper and the skin under his finger tips changed.

Skin wasn't skin, and the flesh he was touching enraged his desire. He stuffed both hands inside her sweatpants and she released his lip with a long, hot sigh. That thing he had been watching during the work out, that he had touched in the school parking lot and massaged, was a force to be reckoned with. The swells of her bubble-butt caressed the palms of his hands and his fingers sank into the cushion. His mind was drowning in a passion cocktail that made him too drunk to distinguish between flesh and blood relationship.

His fingers rounded the high crests of each bubble and dove in, heading for that dangerous place in the valley of her ass cleavage, The slippery, wet skin set off an alarm that should have frightened him and made him retreat, but Deana's lips circled his tongue. She sucked it and pulled it into her mouth. Her eyes met his and something happened to his heart.

Deana's ass muscles flexed, then turned solid in his grip. He lifted and her thigh swept across his hip. She tried again and it caught. He pulled up on her ass and both her legs wrapped around him. Their kissing became more heated, almost violent in its lust. The steel rod of his erection was under the center of her pubic bone. Deana's stomach, back and legs worked in rhythm with his arms. He lifted and she shoved down. His grip tightened on her bare ass and pumped her, up, down, up and down against his boner. They were lost in a dirty dance, a vertical dry humping, pounding her clit against his cock.

He knew it was happening, he could feel it, but to prevent it would require him to stop simulating sex with his sister, Fuck it! He let her crotch pull his sweats down and pretended his throbbing dick wasn't exposed

Deana's fingers tightened on his neck and her heels dug into his thighs. "I ah... Ahhhh, shit," she cried out. Then her upper body fell backwards, and only her legs around his waist and his hands on her hips kept her stiff body hanging in mid air.

"Oh, god, Evan," she said. "Shit, I'm sorry."

His sister's black, penetrating eyes didn't show the remorse and shame he felt. They shined and her smooth, Mediterranean face glowed. He had watched her orgasm happen, felt it, and it was amazing. "No," he said. It had been his hands on her naked ass, He couldn't read her, but she sucked in her stomach and released his lip. His fingers slid inside the back of her sweatpants. He closed his eyes and started kissing her again. The groove between her cheeks got deeper and the skin under his finger tips changed.

Skin wasn't skin, and the flesh he was touching enraged his desire. He stuffed both hands inside her sweatpants and she released his lip with a long, hot sigh. That thing he had been watching during the work out, that he had touched in the school parking lot and massaged, was a force to be reckoned with. The swells of her bubble-butt caressed the palms of his hands and his fingers sank into the cushion. His mind was drowning in a passion cocktail that made him too drunk to distinguish between flesh and blood relationship.

His fingers rounded the high crests of each bubble and dove in, heading for that dangerous place in the valley of her ass cleavage, The slippery, wet skin set off an alarm that should have frightened him and made him retreat, but Deana's lips circled his tongue. She sucked it and pulled it into her mouth. Her eyes met his and something happened to his heart.

Deana's ass muscles flexed, then turned solid in his grip. He lifted and her thigh swept across his hip. She tried again and it caught. He pulled up on her ass and both her legs wrapped around him. Their kissing became more heated, almost violent in its lust. The steel rod of his erection was under the center of her pubic bone. Deana's stomach, back and legs worked in rhythm with his arms. He lifted and she shoved down. His grip tightened on her bare ass and pumped her, up, down, up and down against his boner. They were lost in a dirty dance, a vertical dry humping, pounding her clit against his cock.

He knew it was happening, he could feel it, but to prevent it would require him to stop simulating sex with his sister, Fuck it! He let her crotch pull his sweats down and pretended his throbbing dick wasn't exposed

Deana's fingers tightened on his neck and her heels dug into his thighs. "I ah... Ahhhh, shit," she cried out. Then her upper body fell backwards, and only her legs around his waist and his hands on her hips kept her stiff body hanging in mid air.

"Oh, god, Evan," she said. "Shit, I'm sorry."

His sister's black, penetrating eyes didn't show the remorse and shame he felt. They shined and her smooth, Mediterranean face glowed. He had watched her orgasm happen, felt it, and it was amazing. "No," he said. It had been his hands on her naked ass, driving her crotch up and down, oblivious to the reality of who she was. "I'm sorry."

The friction burn on his skin made him look down. The gray material pressed into the groove that his dick rested in was wet. He could smell his own body, but it didn't overpower the familiar scent of his sister's sex. It was like having her panties pressed to his face.

Deana's legs uncoiled and slid down, but her arms still held onto him. She looked into his eyes and said, "It was me, I started it... I'm horrible, a horrible person."

He put his hand on the back of her head and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "You're not horrible," he said. It was my evil prick that caused it. "It wasn't horrible, was it?"

"I guess that depends on how you look at it," she said. "I just got off rubbing on you, and I pulled your pants down and saw you. I saw it, my brother's-Does that make me horrible?"

"No, no, not at all," he said. "It just happened. It was an accident." Like the kind of accident you have driving too fast in the rain.

"What if liked it, seeing it, does that make me horrible?"

"No, that's normal...normal curiosity," he lied.

"Probably not anything normal about my curiosity," Deana said. "What if it was my pants that fell down? Would you have looked, gotten excited?"

He would have looked, gotten excited and probably done something that would have changed their lives forever. "Yeah, I would have."

"Good," she whispered and kissed his neck. A tingle raced down his spine and reminded him how much he loved her. "You want to?"

What had his sister just asked him? Was she offering to show him her pussy or was she asking him if he wanted to have sex? "No," he said. "I mean, I would, but no, I can't...I couldn't. I better go."

His sister didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. It was like old times, he knew she knew what he was thinking, and he knew what she was feeling. She was confused and hurt, and she wanted more than he could give her. Why didn't she understand that they could

never love each other that way? It would never work, and sex with your own sister was-He fixed his pants on the way up the stairs.

When the boards overhead stopped creaking, Deana dropped in a heap on the old, stained rug, feeling so alone. Her brother had left and he hadn't come back. Shouldn't she be relieved?

It was just a thought when she was sitting on Evari's dick, then it became a fantasy that she visualized in her mind. I must have planned it, she thought, but I never expected it to happen. Did I?

Deana knew Evan wanted to, but she also knew he would fight it. He was terrified of what might happen to them after, and in the afterlife. He loved her too much. She loved him the same way, except she was more afraid of something else. It was her father's fault she wanted the only bay she ever loved to be the one to take her virginity, soon.

Evan had stared out his window into the dark tree tops, sat at his desk, paced, then threw himself on the bed. Nothing worked, he couldn't stop thinking about Deana. He hated leaving her when she needed him. He had felt it, saw it on her face, but didn't understand. They were always there for each other, and he left her hurting, scared and alone.

It was too dangerous to go back down there. He had kissed enough girls to know all kisses weren't equal. Sometimes it was just something you did to get to the next base, and sometimes a kiss caused a physical reaction, maybe chemical too. Becky's lips and tongue had done that to him. They caused him to have a momentary lapse of reason, and made him want to do bad things to her, regardless. Deana's kisses were that, and more. As soon as they started, their hearts joined together in some cosmic love centrifuge. Their love became so pure and so powerful that they couldn't resist each other. But it was still a forbidden, taboo love. He could never kiss her again, unless he was prepared to do the most forbidden thing, and have his heart broken in the end.

If he thought about how beautiful she looked when she climaxed and how much love he felt in his heart when their eyes met, it seemed worth any price to let it happen. He got off his bed.

Becky got the two things she needed and started for her door. If she ran into her mother, she would be too busy yelling about her being naked to notice what she was carrying. Being naked, that was nothing new. She'd blame it on her impulse control problem

and promise not to let it happen again.

Of course, in her mind, she didn't have a problem with impulse control. If she had trouble controlling her impulses, her mother would really be upset because there were plenty of things she didn't do that she wanted to do. Her only real problem was her demanding pussy. If a guy could be led around by his dick, why couldn't her pussy call the shots? It was always demanding attention, and she would satisfy its demands, even if she wasn't in an appropriate setting, like the mall, school, the bus or at the dinner table while her mother and Jason ate.