Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 112

"Come on, what?"

"We're going in the living room. I told mom we were going to watch Jack Reacher. She had no interest in watching that and went to her room to read her book. You know that means she'll fall asleep."

"That doesn't mean she won't get up for a glass of water or something."

"We'll hear her door open. By the time she reaches the living room, well, you know how much time it takes her. Right? That's better than having her flinging your door open."

Jason stared at his sister, wondering how many of his secrets she knew. "Are you sure you're not a boy?"

Becky lifted her skirt and exposed her pussy. "I'm pretty sure."

Man, his sister had a sexy little pussy. "You think and act more like a guy.

"Okay, if you say so," she said. "Bring that stuff you use to beat off with. We might need it."

"I don't beat off."

"Right." Becky giggle like a girl her age then strutted like a hooker.

The frustration Evan felt about not getting to tell Jason about the amazing sex he'd been having was what made him go down to the playroom. After he'd been punching the heavy bag for a while, his mind started chewing on other things. Deana's words, "He's an asshole, kept coming up. His sister didn't say things like that about their father, and the more he kicked, the more he experienced the emotion she had been expressing. It felt like hate. Had he seen a part of Deana that she had kept from him or had he ignored it?

The long workout depleted Evan's physical strength, yet it did the opposite for his capacity to analyze, pick apart and draw conclusions. He delved into the events of the last few days to the point of reliving them without the surprise, shock or trauma. His heart was involved this time and he experienced more of the emotions that accompanied the significant moments. Sex with his best friend's sister, one of the softball moms, and one of the softball sisters were all monumental for him. Still, his mother and sisters rose above all that in his mind.

Evan's mother had engaged him in intimate, passionate, desire- provoking embraces that were almost impossible to walk away from. Pressing his dick head into Gloria's warm, wet flesh wasn't as significant as how it hurt when he watched her leave. If he could have fabricated the tiniest of excuses, he would have let her stay and taken his chances.

The pain he experienced when he had to leave Deana standing there, naked and hurting, was far greater than his fear of committing such a socially and morally unacceptable act. Now, as he replayed her words and pictured her face at Sonic, he hated himself for not having the courage to dig in deeper. The need he had felt to hold her, comfort her and protect her, had been squashed by the fear he had about what happened between them. Where was his courage? They were a part of each other, and they always shared a powerful love connection. Before puberty, it was easy to express their love. As they matured, they needed to find new ways to show their feelings. That's what was happening; they were growing up, and hormones had complicated things. That's all It was.

Now that Evan understood everything, he decided to tell Deana about it. They could agree that it wasn't anything that should hurt their relationship and everything could go back to normal. They'd figure out how to express themselves without falling into any traps.

Once he settled all that with Deana, he'd find out what was bothering her.

Jason followed Becky to the living room. He imagined how a bank robber felt on his way to the scene, knowing he was entering a dangerous situation, but there was still a chance to change his mind.

Becky was right, he knew how long it would take for his mother to appear behind the couch once he heard her door open. Their house wasn't large, but it was long. His mother's room was on one end. Her door opened facing down the hallway that divided the house. First, she'd have to walk past the bathroom on the right and the laundry room on the left, then she'd reached the living room on her right, which was completely opened to the hallway, opposite the kitchen. Sometimes she'd walk into the kitchen without noticing him in the living room, but it was still amazing she had never caught him with his cock in his hand. Except maybe that one time her door wasn't latched and he didn't hear her until the last second. The fact that he had HBO, Real Sex on the TV might have distracted her long enough for him to pull his shirt down over his dick.

Becky sat on the couch that ran along the edge of the living room; it's back facing the hallway. He stood in front of her looking through the kitchen, out the front window. If they went through with it, a peeping Tom would have an unobstructed view of what he and Evan had walked the neighborhood hoping to see, but never did.

"Remember, don't cum in me this time."

"Where then?"

"I'll turn around and sit like this."

"Should I do it all over your face like a porno?"

"No, If mom came I don't think she'd believe it was a new facial cream. She laughed and opened her wide mouth. "In here."

He shook his head. "We're going to hell, straight to hell."

"Nah, we're not hurting anybody, who cares."

Other than his mother, he couldn't think of anybody. Becky used two hands to apply the lube, pulling his cock towards her face. She made a fist around his thick knob and twisted it like a chalk cube on the end of the pool stick. His shaft jerked, and so did his groin. "Ah, that feels good."

"Don't go off before I get it hard enough."

"It takes a lot more than that to get me off."

"That's a good thing, for me."

"You're not normal, Becky, not at all, and that's good for me."

She smirked and continued pumping her hands up and down his cock. "Okay, it's ready." Becky got up, turned around, bent over and pulled her skirt up around her stomach. "You like to see me bent over like this, don't you?"

She didn't have to say any more; he remembered the morning she was brushing her teeth. Things had gone full circle. Her ass pushed back; her cheeks parted, and there it was, his sister's pussy appeared like a target for his penis, just like that morning at the sink. The tight seal of her lips broke and gave him a glimpse at the moist inner pinkness where he'd need to stick his cock head. "Yes, yes I do," he said, "you tease"

"Do it just like you did it with Darlene and tell me how it feels."

Everything had changed so quickly. He'd watched a girl he went to school with doing what he'd always thought of as his worst shortcoming. Darlene knew about him and Becky and didn't condemn it. He felt different and wasn't as concerned about the words used to describe what was happening. Incest and bestiality were only words for sex with other people's moral baggage attached to them. It was like a tree that falls in the woods, as long as it doesn't hit somebody, who cares. As long as nobody found out, it couldn't hurt then. "If we hear her door, the second we hear it, you go sit over there and I'll sit here, like we always do."

"I know," Becky said. "We won't get caught."

"No, we can't, that would spoil a great thing," he said. "You trust Darlene?"

"Don't worry about her," Becky said. "She's never going to tell, believe me.

He gathered his sister had something on the redhead that gave her confidence. Could it be worse than letting a dog fuck her?

Darlene's cunt had been a huge target bulging between her legs, open and raw from the thrashing Brutus gave it. Becky's pussy was a narrow slit separating the wedges of her labia. It didn't seem possible her body could accommodate his big prick and if he hadn't already been inside her, he wouldn't try. Becky reached back between her legs and guided his dick. He grasped the trunk of his cock, squeezed it and pulled back, then he pushed forward. The dome flattened out in her groove. He clamped down harder and made the top half of his cock rigid. Becky's fingers opened the way, and she shoved back. They both moaned as his bulbous head burrowed inside her body. He gave her more of him and his sister held firm, bracing herself on the back of the couch, then she pushed off, and he watched his shaft slide into her.

"Fuck," she said. "How much is that?"

He drew back. Becky's flesh clung to his rod and stretched out. "A

lot," he said and pumped back into her. "Mm, that's good, so good."

His hips went on autopilot.