Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 144

Evan's hands worked outward, tempted to take the shirt with them on their way down her arms. He kneaded her biceps. She pulled her arms closer to her body, and the globes of her chest brushed the backs of his fingers. Her head rolled to the side, then forward. He moved his hands to her waist, then his arms went around her.

Candy wasn't wearing perfume, but the smell of her shampoo made him want to stuff his nose in her hair. He tightened his arms while his head moved towards her. She was sweet on his tongue. His aching balls were pressed into her protruding backside. He kissed her earlobe, and a flash of realization made him quiver. He was going to have sex with his mother. Maybe not now, but eventually it would happen. Could he really know that with such

certainty? He was about to grab hold of her tits and plunge his tongue into her succulent mouth. Would his mother really let this happen right behind her daughter's back? His lips on her cheek felt like love, but the hot press of their bodies demanded more than love. He pulled his arms outward. His forearms carried the weight of her globes

until they rested on the backs of his hands. He moved them up her

sides, then started inward towards her tits. He paused on the brink

of finally manhandling the objects of hundreds of fantasies.

"Wow, you're the most talented person in our family." The sound of his mother's voice snapped the insanity that inspired him to grab hold of her tits. He sighed with relief and placed his hands on Gloria's shoulders, but his cheek remained pressed against his mother's. He realized they were both fighting to find their natural breathing rhythm. The steel in his cock didn't yield, and he didn't pull away from her body.

Gloria's pencil stopped. "Evan, I didn't know you were there."

It was a horrible conflict, loving someone one way, yet wanting them in such a different way.

His mother's hands reached back and squeezed his thighs. "Yes, yes you are, Sweetie, very talented."

"You should take art classes," he said.

"But dad-"

"Don't worry about him," Candy said. "You keep doing what you're good at and enjoy it. I'll figure out the rest

The last remnant of the world Evan knew before vacation started, had just unraveled. "Mom, I'm gonna ride my bike for a while. All right?" He squeezed her shoulders.

"Sure. You know it's sweltering out there?"

He needed to act, pretend nothing had changed, so he said, "I know, but I could use the exercise," then he step back. "Obviously, you don't. You look great."

She brushed his cheek like she always had, but he didn't recognize it as his mother's touch. "You always know how to make me feel good.

Gloria stood up on her chair. "Why don't you work out with me? You're helping Deana get a bodacious booty. What about me?"

"Gloria, Candy said.

"Here, let me see,' he said and reached around her body. "Girl, it wouldn't be fair. You got genetics on your side. You don't need any help putting the other girls to shame."

"Evan" his mom said and swatted him.

"Really?" Gloria asked.

"Heck yeah," he said. "If we weren't related, I'd get an engagement ring and keep you for myself."

Gloria blushed. "And I'd say yes."

"You better." He swept her up and twirled her around. "Unfortunately, you're my sister, so I'm out of luck. He faced his mother, then decided not to give her a kiss goodbye. "See ya'll later."

"Okay," Candy said. "I'll be out some today, so you may need to give your sister a ride or something. Take your phone."

"Girl, you got him right where you want him, Rebecca said. "Did you really feel it?"

"What?" Deana asked.

'Girl, don't even try that. How big is it?"

"How should I know," Deana said. "I don't have a ruler on my back."

"Oh, so you did feel it. Was it on your skin?"

"What is this fifty questions?"

Rebecca rotated, flipped her leg over Deana and sat on her stomach. "Give me straight answers, and I won't have to keep asking. She held her hands up like she was praying, then slowly separated them. "This big?"

Deana was still asking herself that same question. Only Evan's boxers had separated the length of his erection from her skin. In her mind, she could still feel that line of heat from her butt crack up her back. She tried to calculate the distance it would cover on the inside of her body. "You sure it isn't gonna hurt, a lot?"

"Was it that big?"

"I don't know, but it felt big enough to make me think."

"Think or change your mind?"

"Wonder, that's all," she said. "Other than my fingers...and yours, I've never had anything in there. I heard it hurts the first time."

"Nonsense, Rebecca said, "You'll be so nervous and excited that you won't even notice the pain, and it only lasts a minute, then bliss.

"So there is pain. How much am I gonna bleed?"m

'He's not that big, Rebecca said. "He won't break you."

"Are you serious?" She sat up and pushed Rebecca back until her butt settled between her thighs, "It's the first time."

"Oh, you mean that," Rebecca said. "I can't believe you still have that. I popped mine with a carrot years ago."

"What are you, Bugs Bunny?"

"I was horny, and that's all had at the time. If you're worried about It, I can take care of it with Henry."

Deana's breath blew out, and she fell backward. When her head hit the pillow, she covered her face with both hands.

"Hey, fuck you," Rebecca said. "I'm trying to help you...help you now, since you don't want me to be there."

"Would you want an audience if you were me?"

Rebecca smirked thoughtfully, then said, "No, I guess not."

"Good," she said and sat up again. 'I'm not going to yell, 'Oh Henry. but maybe we should. I don't want it to be complicated, you know. If I have to say, 'Wait a minute, he might change his mind. I don't know where it's going to happen, so I don't want to have to worry about-

'Stop thinking so much, Rebecca said. "It's all going to work out."

"I know, but want it, want it to happen."

"As excited as I am, you'd think it was my first time."

"It is," she said and kissed the tip of Rebecca's nose.

"Huh?"

"Have you helped any of your other girlfriends lose their virginity to their brother?"

"I don't have any other girlfriends."

"You better not," she said, then paused, stroking Rebecca's hair. "You sure you're okay with this? I might be jealous if the shoe were on the other foot."

"I could be, but even though I don't understand why this is so important to you, I'm happy for you, anyway."

"I'll have my chance with jealousy, eventually."

"Really?"

"If that's still what you want for your birthday, then I wanna give it to you. It'll still have to happen the way we talked about, but if you want it, I want it for you."

Rebecca kissed her, then said, "Thank you, I love you."

"Me too."

"Did Evan really get a boner for her, for your mom?" Rebecca asked.

Deana nodded.

"You jealous?

"No, no I'm not, not at all."

"I swear, I'm moving in," Rebecca said.

If she told Rebecca everything, her friend wouldn't think living there was so great.

Evan coasted on his bicycle, threw his apple core into the storm drain, then started pumping his legs like a maniac, trying to outrun his thoughts. What happened in the kitchen, it impacted every aspect of his life. His mother hadn't told him what happened outside the bathroom door was wrong, a huge mistake that could never happen again, as he had expected. He hadn't acted the way he expected, either. How would this affect his family? In a sense, his mother had died again, but she still lived with them.

He had friends with divorced parents, step parents and single moms, like Jason, but he didn't know anybody whose mother died. Even if he did, he was sure none of their fathers married the babysitter. That wasn't all that seem off, either. He needed somebody he could talk to. Maybe Deana needed to know more about what was happening with his mother.

His mother's car wasn't in the driveway when he returned. That was a relief. She must have been off buying food for them or picking up his father's suits at the dry cleaners. Did she ever get to have fun?

In the house, he was disappointed to find out that Deana wasn't home either. Gloria was in her room mesmerized by a hand-held video game. Instead of saying her name a second time, he stubbed his toe on her softball bat and fell headlong onto her bed, sweeping her up in a dramatic landing. "Ouch!" He started tickling her. "You broke my foot."

"Stop, stop, stop. She squirmed and laughed a silent, open mouth, red face laugh. "You, ah, you, you," she gasped, "you messed, ah, messed me up."

"It's your fault for not putting your bat away." He squeezed her against his body.

She squirted out of his arms and jumped on top of him. "I was almost at level four.' She bounced on his gut.

'Mercy, mercy, please give me mercy," he pleaded. "How can I make it up to you?"

"First," she did a belly flop on him, "a kiss."

His sister's teary eyed gleefulness was gone. He avolded looking into her sparkling blue eyes. Her hair dangled from the sides of her head, framing her face. He watched his outstretched fingers slice through it. The golden strands swept across the webbing between his fingers as he lifted them. He was holding her hair up on the back of her neck, studying her face. The freckles on her nose and under her eyes; her cheekbones, eyebrows, and ears, were all so familiar. "A kiss?" he asked.

That's right, a kiss," Gloria said.

The lips that formed the word, 'kiss' were plump and moist. His adrenaline gland was crushed like a grape in the wine press. Thank God she doesn't have her mother's strawberry-blonde hair, he thought, or she'd be a replica of the teenage babysitter he had gotten boners over. He pictured Candy's lips. Twelve hours earlier they had touched his and trembled with his. They had been reluctant at first, then eagerly parted for his tongue. Once their tongues joined inside her mouth, he couldn't get enough. Could the Candy-like girl staring at him use those sexy lips the way her mother had?

"Okay, I guess." He made a face that suggested it was going to be gross and closed his eyes.

Evan hadn't expected gross, but he also hadn't expected Gloria's tongue. His hands were in her hair, pulling her face into his. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and stroked her ears with his thumbs. How could she already know how to be so passionate?

When he opened his eyes and pulled his tongue away from Gloria's lips, his brain was flickering like a light bulb about to blow out. Candy, Gloria, mom, babysitter, Gloria...yes, it was Gloria's beautiful, sexy lips, not Candy's. He stared into her amazing eyes and steadied his breathing. He loved her with all his heart and soul; now he wanted her, too. Or was it Candy he wanted?

"What," Gloria said, "didn't I do it right? Don't I kiss good?"