Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 110

Candy had locked both doors, and it wasn't to keep Gloria from seeing her naked, which was what she thought her daughter meant by. "...something I wouldn't want to see." She sat at her desk and opened the view of the front porch and the driveway. Tonya was attracted to Evan, must have flirted with him, and might have let him catch her naked. She didn't have a problem with Tonya's angst for young men. She was happy that her friend got to enjoy what she liked, and she wasn't jealous, but she had been anxious all afternoon, waiting for this moment.

It had been days since Candy used the spy camera software. She had been resisting the urge to act like her former self. Tonya's enthusiasm over Evan's sweat covered muscles, her touch and Sally's letter had all worked against her. Her hand trembled on the mouse, then a whoosh of air from deep in her lungs fanned her fingers, they double clicked. How ironic, Sally was the only person in the world who wouldn't be shocked and disgusted by her voyeuristic behavior. Her big sister got mad the first few times she caught Candy being sneaky while she did the naughty things she liked to do. Then Sally stopped saying anything about it. Candy suspected Sally still knew she was watching, but she never complained. The exhibitionist and the little voyeur had a symbiotic sibling relationship.

When Evan came out of the shower hard, Candy was relieved he hadn't done it behind the curtain. There was still a chance he would jerk off, and she still believed watching was what kept her from acting, not what made her ache for her stepson. She loved watching him squirt; it took her back to the days she would spy on her big brother. She stared at Evan's stiff cock the whole time he dried off and brushed his hair, it never waned. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and she sighed. Then she watched him reach into the hamper. She had done the laundry earlier; the hamper was empty.

Candy's mind cramped with concern, yet her pussy was instantly drooling. It was Deana secret thong that he had in his hand. Why would she put something she was hiding in plain view? Did Deana know what Evan was doing with her underwear? More important, though, was if Evan knew Deana knew, then that could mean- Candy pulled her zipper up and shut down the spy software and the security program.

Deana's door was wide open. Evan decided it did matter if she had intentionally left him her thong. That meant she might know he had been shooting his cum her panties. All he needed to do was catch her off guard and see her face, then he'd know. Their father wasn't home, and their mother was finishing some work, so he ignored his inappropriate attire, came up with an excuse and walked into her room. "Dee, did you notice?"

His sister squished her lips to one side and looked him up and down, then said, "Um, you mean what you're wearing or that-"

"No." He cut her off before she could say what he hoped she

wasn't going to say. "Mom, did you notice anything about mom?"

"No, but it's hard not to notice you standing in my room without anything on."

"I'm wearing as much as you walk around the house in, but how could you not see it. Think about it."

"I'm pretty sure I can see it, and that makes what you're wearing a lot less than what walk around in."

Their problem was worse than that thong. "Dee, we-"

"Evan," Candy said as she entered Deana's room.

Shit, this is bad. He kept his back to her and said, "Mom, I was just

"You're wearing a towel...only a towel," his mother said. "I guess I didn't make my point yesterday? If your father ever caught you in your sister's room like that."

"I know, know, he'd go nuts, but he's not here, and my sister gets away with it."

"Hey, don't make this about me," Deana said.

"Good idea," Candy said. "You two have been getting along great; it's nice."

Damn, even under the duress of parental intrusion his erection was unwavering. He needed to stop taking those herbs and shit. "I'm sorry, I wanted to ask Dee something before I forgot. Let me go, go get dressed.

"So what did you want to ask me?" Deana asked. She was gloating again.

He gave her the death stare and said, "See, I forgot already. That's why I wanted to do it fast before I went up stairs." He cursed his choice of words before Deana had a chance to smirk at him. "I'm going."

His mother didn't make room for him, and when he sidestepped her, she ran her fingernails across his lower back, just above the towel. A wild chill raced down through his tailbone, through his balls and up his hard dick. He avoided eye contact and got out of there before she had a chance to seriously embarrass him. So much for wishing she would yank his towel off.

For the rest of the evening, Becky continued tempting and teasing Jason right under their mother's nose. He sat on the living room floor to watch some TV, and Becky flung herself on the couch across from him. She flipped over and let her skirt fly open, then giggled shyly. When their mother went for a cup of tea, Becky yanked off her underwear and stuffed them under the couch cushion. His twisted brain imagined him walking across the room, opening her legs and ramming his cock into her. When his mother returned, her cup smashing on the floor, he'd keep on fucking his sister. "Sorry, Mom, she asked for it."

Evan got ready to call Jason. He wanted to talk about sex, but Jason could never know about Becky because of their pact. Miss Tonya would impress his poor, sex deprived friend, but that was a secret that couldn't get out for many reasons. Just thinking about having sex with Jayda while both their mothers' were so close, made him hard, but that would almost be as bad as telling Jason about his wet dream with Gloria. He could already hear his twisted friend, "You might as well do Gloria, you know you want to... shooting off in her panties and on her leg." Like Jason would have sex with Becky if there was any chance her tight little pussy could fit that thing in it. Jeez, what if Jason knew what happened with Deana and Gloria?

No, as much as it sucked not being able to talk to anybody about the life-altering events, he would have to keep his secrets intact.

It was all still feeling like a dream. Jason needed to talk to Evan. He needed to hear himself say it out loud and have somebody hear him say it. He wouldn't say anything about Becky because he'd rather that stay in the dream realm, but having sex with someone like Darlene needed to be shared. Evan could be trusted not to repeat it, but how would Evan feel if he knew he fucked the redhead? Evan had tried for a year to get something going with Darlene and hadn't gotten anywhere. All he had to do was let

Darlene watch him fuck Becky, then drive to Mississippi to pick her up? Evan would drive to Mississippi for Darlene, but would he be willing to do Deana? Hell no. Did that make it okay to give up the secret and make Evan feel bad?

Jason left his mother and Becky and went to his bedroom. He grabbed his phone, jumped on his chair and rolled across the floor, then almost tipped over when a wheel caught on a pencil. His phane lit up with Evan's name before he could open his contact list. "What's up, Dude?"

"Wanna make a hundred bucks? Evan asked.

"Depends," Jason said.

"Depends?"

"I know you think I have no morals, but I do draw the line somewhere."

"I can't imagine where that line is, but don't worry, this won't be anywhere near it."

"Is there a dog involved?"

"Um, well, not really, Evarı said. "You'll have to get up early, though."

"What do we have to do?"

"Pick up sticks and rake leaves."

"You got bags?"

"No bagging, Dude. We rake 'em onto a tarp and dragged them into the woods. Easy money."

"What's the catch?" Jason asked.

"No catch," Evan said, "except getting up early, so don't spend half the night looking at porn."

"Not a problem, Jason said.

"Are we splitting the hundred bucks?"

"No, you get a hundred."

"Awesome!"

"Yeah, it is, Evan said. "You can pay for your own pit pass now."