Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 92

"I know that look, Reb."

"I can't help it, your plan made me so horny." Rebecca sat on top of Deana's stomach.

"Your parents are home."

"I'll put a pillow over your face and they'll never know."

Candy stood in the doorway to the adjoining office, and said, "I'm getting something to drink, you want anything?" She took John's grunt as a no and closed the bedroom door behind her.

When she reached the kitchen, she passed the light switch without flipping it up and let her robe open. She felt like a little girl sneaking a cookie from the jar. Her nipples buzzed. What would John do if he caught her with her robe wide open where Evan might see her? Her pussy lips tingled and got warm. She turned the water on. She'd be wet before a glass could be filled. The cool edge of the counter on her skin made her gasp. She closed her eyes and put her hands under the hot water.

In her mind, Evan was behind her, they were supposed to be washing potatoes, but she was holding his big, strong hands. His arms were rubbing the sides of her breasts. He had to have known that, but did he know how her nipples reacted to his touch? Did he know his hard erection was pressed against her and that her pussy had automatically released its lubrication, preparing for what she wanted?

The potato washing hadn't been planned, so she couldn't have foreseen the resulting consequences, but she'd taken her bra off and worn a thin, tight shirt. That had excited her just like having her breasts and pussy exposed now was exciting her. The look on Evan's face would have been enough, but she'd let it go too far. He'd touched her where nobody except her husband should have, and he'd rubbed that thing on her. That planted the seed in her mind and she'd nurtured it until it was a full grown tree of fantasies. The only saving grace was that she hadn't gone up to his room that night.

Candy let her robe fall from her shoulders and she imagined the look on Evan's face if he were to turn that corner. Was she that desperate for attention? No, it wasn't attention she wanted, it was affection and appreciation and love. Not like she got from a child, but the love a woman needs from a man.

Evan wasn't coming around that corner and if Candy heard his door open, she'd grab her robe and flee. Disgusted with herself, Candy put her robe on and headed back to her tomb. Would any of this be happening if John gave her love and affection or at least a fuckin' orgasm?

The night's dreams had been plagued with race cars violently pulling and pushing Evan's body. He was stomping on the accelerator over and over again, trying to make the car go faster, yet Cindy still drove away from him like he was standing still. Every dream sequence ended the same way, him hitting the wall. Though, none of those crashes woke him up.

It was Evan's final dream that brought a premature end to his sleep. In it, he thought he was at his house, coming out of the bathroom. It seemed to be a replay of what his mother had done yesterday when she was fucking with him. She was touching his shoulder, and he was afraid he was getting a boner, then he wasn't sure it was his mother. Dreams are so weird, jumping from one place to another, merging and scrambling events, and swapping people without any warning.

The soft caressing hand continued down to his chest. Then there were two hands massaging his sore muscles. It was just him and the hands now, but he was uneasy like he might know the owner of those hands shouldn't be touching him like that. He looked down and saw the person's feet and their calves. His growing cock was lifting the towel. He was afraid now. Why couldn't he see the rest of the person touching him?

An index finger was tracing the hills and valleys of his flexing abs. Then it followed the rim of his towel from hip to hip. It was about to fall, he couldn't move, couldn't grab it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he looked again, his cock was standing at attention, wobbling like a diving board that had just sprung back. He wanted to stroke it; he wanted to finish what he had been doing, jerking off in a pair of panties. Hadn't he just been about to cum in his sister's panties?

No, he wasn't. The hand was back, moving towards his dick. He was too afraid to look up, he didn't want to know who was touching him. The fingers circling his purple knob made him shiver. They traced a thick pulsing vein and wrapped around his shaft. His moan of pleasure embarrassed and shamed him.

It was weird seeing only a hand jerking him off. His balls were

throbbing, on the brink of letting his load go, but he was holding it back. It was like when he was about to shoot cum all over Miss Tonya's tits; it felt wrong. His balls jerked. He was past the point of no return, but still desperately trying to make his orgasm walt. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around thin air. His frantic gasping breaths slowed. The thin air turned into warm, soft flesh. He held the smooth, round, meaty globes and pressed his erection against the moist skin. His mother's naked body felt better than he could have imagined. He buried his nose in her hair and hunched his body, sliding his cock across her belly. He was ready to cum again. Everything was perfect, except for the strawberries.

The smell ripped Evan from the best sex dream he'd ever had. It wasn't unusual to wake from a dream about peeing and have to take a piss, but Evan had never woken up from a sex dream ready to cum. He was wide awake now, but he'd brought everything from his dream with him. The smell of strawberries, the warm flesh, the moist skin, the glorious ass and a quickly approaching orgasm. How the fuck does someone wake up ready to cum?

Gloria was on top of him, her hot breath on his neck, his nose was In her hair and his hands were on her butt. His chest tightened, but not from fear. It was because of what had been missing, love. Holding her felt too good to do the right thing. She'd gotten on top of his naked body. She knew about erections, she'd drawn them. If he could fall asleep again, he could finish without any guilt. His sister probably wouldn't even wake up; she hadn't yet.

There was material separating his sister's breasts from Evan's chest, but not his throbbing cock. Gloria's stomach was on his dick head, and his shaft sank into her pubic mound. He closed his eyes and heard Jason's words, "At least you didn't fuck her. Imagine you'd fucked your sister in your sleep."

Part of him, the evil part, wished it had happened before he woke up so he couldn't be held responsible. Now that he knew what might happen, he couldn't go back to sleep, but he wanted to. Gloria's butt changed shape under his hands. Her muscles tightened and relaxed. She sighed, and her ass muscles flexed with more determination. The wet skin from his dream touched the ridge bulging from the base of his boner. Was his sister having a sex dream of her own?

The devil on his left shoulder told him to pretend he was asleep and see what happened. Then he realized his hands were helping her move. He could feel her stomach muscles tightening and arching her body. More of her wetness was sliding up his shaft. People sleepwalk, but do they sleep-fuck?