Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 114

An hour after Evan had left her room, Deana was still tossing and flipping her pillow, searching for sleep. Before she was awake, he had set off the alarm and activated her defenses. By the time Deana realized it was her brother, fear had engulfed her. That made her angry, and she responded irrationally. How many times had Deana prayed it would be Evan? He had finally come to her, and she ran him off. Thank God for unanswered prayers.

If she had overridden all the ingrained emotions and welcomed Evan with a smile, she might have been able to implement plan D, ahead of schedule. Their father, probably coming for her because Gloria wasn't home, would have walked in while she was giving Evan the very thing he wanted to steal from her. The mean, angry part of her smiled at the thought. Fuck you, Dad, I'm giving my cherry to a real man, someone who loves me. She, of course, would never put Evan in that position. Now, she had to do damage control and make sure Evan wasn't suspicious.

Deana closed her eyes and went back in the shower with Evan. The memory of her brother's dick head jamming into her opening made her stiffen, but in her fantasy world, he glided inside her body. She gave him the most valuable thing a girl can give, once in her life. Evan was the only guy she'd give it to, then for the rest of their lives, they could remember their special moment together.

Why couldri't she be like Gloria and sneak upstairs, slip into his bed and tell him she had a nightmare? Deana started playing out different scenarios in her mind. Half sleep took hold of her thoughts and built on them, then she entered dream world with Evan on top of her naked body.

Deana's arm jerked. It was like when you've just fallen asleep, and suddenly you're awake, except she hadn't just fallen asleep. It was morning, and the remnants of her last dream made her swallow hard. She searched her brain for enough pieces to build a whole scene. Evan had been in her throat, she might have been choking, but it didn't matter in the dream that she couldn't breathe.

It amazed her how her mind could take slivers of past events and create a fantastic motion picture while she slept.

A bit from the dirt road, the kitchen, the shower and the basement workout all became a long night of Evan almost entering her, then a sudden shift back to them making out. She'd been denied what she wanted, over and over again. Deana threw the covers back and looked at the underwear twisted around her ankles. What the hell had she been doing to herself? It's time, ready or not, she thought and got out of bed.

In the shower, while her soapy hand moved over the course new growth, fear stabbed her in the gut. What would happen if her father saw that she had shaved her vagina? Didn't she use to think only a slut would do that?

Once the steam cleared, Deana sat on the edge of the tub and looked down at the mirror she had propped up on the floor. She inched forward, her puckered ring came into view, and a whimper escaped her throat. Rebecca's tongue had licked and plunged into that sensitive flesh.

The spuurrrup sound sent a chill up her back, but the creamy foam warmed her lewdly exposed crotch. Rebecca had practically done cartwheels, and Evan seemed to like it. She spread the white foam over her lips and along her slit, fighting the urge to finger herself. The razor settled between her silky brown flesh and her vaginal groove. She held her breath and watched the blade clear her skin. It made her dizzy with excitement. She panted while diligently removing every hair.