Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 109

When Deana finally looked up, she said, "You should talk to mom, get her on your side. You know she always took up for us. Remember how she used to-

"That was before they got married." He hoped he hadn't sounded as angry as he felt. "What happened?"

"He thinks he owns her," she said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say things. like that. I'm glad they got married, or she wouldn't be around anymore."

"Is she glad?" he asked. "You think she's happy?"

"She must be...right, or she'd leave. Why are we talking about this? What do we know about marriage?"

"You're right, it's none of our business." That was a lie. Why wouldn't it be his business if someone he loved wasn't happy? "I really don't want to get mom in the middle of this."

"You know she's gonna find out anyway. She probably already knows something's going on. All she has to do is look at you. Why not let her decide if she wants to be in the middle of it. She'll be more upset if you lied to her.'

I guess, I don't know. I'm glad we got to talk."

"Me too," she said. "Let's go home, I need a nap."

"Mm, and why didn't you and Rebecca sleep?"

"Sorry, that's for us to know and for you to never find out."

What would be worse, knowing what they did or imagining it? Either way, it made him uncomfortable, like thinking about his father with Candy. "I'm sure it was a bunch of chick flicks and boring stuff, but I don't want to know."

Evan had a great talk with Gloria, Deana and their mother, and everything was worked out, nothing to worry about. His ability to communicate was excellent, and everybody responded exactly as predicted. The conversations he had in his head always went so well, too bad they were home from Sonic, and he hadn't said one word to Deana.

When they reached the kitchen, their mother was coming out of her end of the house, walking towards him. Her white T-shirt was tucked into her faded Lee jeans, stretched tight over her breasts.

The frayed thread where her thighs joined her hips opened with each step. "Look who I brought back, finally," he said. Deana would have to notice the way their mother was dressed.

"I thought you ran away for good," Candy said. "Your brother was heart broken. Moped around here asking when you were coming back."

"Right," Deana sald and kissed Candy's cheek. "I'll be back in a sec, I gotta go before Evan takes a shower, and Evan, no offense, but you need a shower."

"You weren't complaining while you ate that sundae I bought you."

Deana laughed and walked away, swinging her Walmart bag around on her wrist.

"Did you finish at Tonya's?" his mother asked.

"I did, and got another job, too, Evan said. "How come you took off so fast? Didn't even tell me what an awesome job I did on her garden."

"Sorry, I had to run, but it did look good, Candy sald. "Is the other job with Tonya's friend?"

"She told me about it, but I don't think their friends. Not sure how she knows Ms. Style, but I'm glad she does. I'm going to make three hundred bucks. I'll probably give Jason a hundred to help me, but it's still easy money for a day's work."

"Good, I'm glad," she said. "What are you doing for her?"

"Raking leaves and picking up sticks. Then she's gonna pay me a hundred a week to mow her grass and clean her pool."

"Is she rich?"

"I don't think so. Big house, pool, and a fancy car, but she didn't look rich."

"Didn't look rich" his mother said. "What does a rich person look like?"

"You know, clothes, jewelry and all that. Like Mrs. Flowers."

"You mean snooty?"

"I didn't say that."

"What does she look like?"

Evan looked at his mother, wondering if it mattered, then said, "Hard to explain. Miss Tonya said, 'Interesting. I guess that works. She's nice, friendly, but not like many people I know. Not in a bad way, just different, I guess."

"How old is she?"

"I don't know. Older than you, but not old. Want me to ask her?" Why didn't she ask Miss Tonya?

"No,' Candy said. "I got some work to finish. You shower and don't worry about taking Gloria to practice."

"I didn't know I was taking her. Where is she?"

"She went with Alex. She's spending the night there."

Great! Why did his sisters take off when he needed to talk to them? "I hope they don't have a fight, too."

"It wasn't a fight, just girl stuff. They made up, Jayda's spending the night with Alex, too."

That couldn't be a good thing for him. "Great, I'm glad the softball sisters are getting along."

Was it Darlene influencing Becky or Becky influencing Darlene or were they both equally influential? Before Jason had spent time with Darlene, he would have given Becky the credit, but now he didn't know. Darlene knew his sister well, though. Becky had been turned on by whatever Darlene had told her, and she was making him nervous. Actually, he was scared because their mother was home and Becky got off on taking chances. If Jason were honest, he'd admit that he did too, but he was still in denial, thinking he had self-control.

One of Becky's talents was picking things up with her feet. She could retrieve a dime from the floor with her toes. During dinner, Jason found out what else she could do with them. His sister stretched her leg out under the table and put her foot on his lap. He glanced left at their mother, then across at Becky. His intention was to give her a look that said, don't you dare. Hadn't he fantasies about things like this for years? it wouldn't have mattered to Becky what message his face conveyed, her toes went to work. So much for self-control.

When her other foot touched his knee, he opened his legs and slumped down in his chair. His cock was out of the leg opening of his shorts, and he was getting hard. Becky had a foot on each side of his shaft, pulling up and down. She took a scoop of mash potatoes, then put her hand in her lap. If their mother left the table for a minute, he'd look and see what she was doing to herself, but for now, her flushed cheeks told him enough.

The act of eating, talking to his mother and having his cock stroked at the same time was better than watching Becky drink from the glass he'd put his balls in. When Becky bit her bottom lip and looked away from their mother, he knew his sister was crazy. She was getting off right in front of them. Wouldn't he do it if he could get away with it?

Evan toweled off his head, then brushed his hair. Fucking Jayda should have been what he was thinking about, but since he'd entered the bathroom, he could only think about one thing. Deana had been completely naked, wet with water running over her dark flesh. He'd stripped, gotten in the shower and held her. Her bubble- butt had been pressed against him while his fingers explored her breasts, pinching the silky nipples.

He looked down at his boner, then at the door knob. No sense pretending he forgot to lock it. Maybe Deana was over it, or she had more self-control than he had. He hung his towel up and remembered what he always forgot, his robe. Screw it, he thought, maybe this time she'll yank my towel off. He grabbed the towel, tied it around his waist and looked in the mirror at the ridge his hardon was creating, then he collected his dirty clothes.

After a few seconds of staring into the hamper, he reached in and grabbed the black panties, then threw his clothes in. He had no intention of indulging in his perverted fetish, but he was curious. They couldn't possibly cover his mother's ass. He looked for a tag, like he'd actually know what size his sisters wore. Gloria definitely didn't have any thongs, and he didn't think Deana did, either. Even if she did, the hamper had been empty except for the underwear, and there was more in her bag than one thong. Wouldn't she have emptied that bag? He threw them back, slammed the lid and told himself a sane person wouldn't have noticed underwear in the basket, then he took a deep breath and pulled the door open, expecting his mother to come around the corner.