Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 145

'No. Yes, I mean you do, but no, that's not why I stopped. Well it is, I mean I stopped because you kiss too good and I shouldn't be kissing you anyway." Kissing her was the least of his concerns.

"If kiss so good, why would you want to stop? don't want to."

"You're my sister and kissing your sister isn't supposed to feel good.

Gloria wiggled down his body far enough to pile her hands on his chest and rest her chin on them. It seemed like his sister had matured in an instant, and he was a child. "I'm not your sister," she said. "It's not even illegal to kiss me...or marry me."

"What! How would you know?"

"I looked it up on the Internet." Her cheeks ballooned, and her dimples deepened.

"Hey, but what would mom think about it?"

"She's not home," Gloria said.

"If she was, what would she say?"

"Don't let your father catch you."

It was turning into a stupid conversation that would only serve to prolong his suffering. He started massaging his sister's lower back, and her stomach heaved against his erection. It felt right having her on top of him, smiling at him with that look in her eyes. Could he be in love with Gloria, too?

He rolled her off of him and quickly turned away from her and off the bed. "I gotta go."

Candy placed her hand on Tonya's glass sliding door, then moved her fingers and watched the shadow on her chest change shapes. The sun's heat made her nipples tingle. She touched her neck where her stepson had placed his lips. If Gloria hadn't been there, she would have handled it better, right?

"You admiring the beautiful garden Evan planted?"

Candy jerked at the sound of Tonya's voice. No, she thought, I was imagining his sweat covered muscles rippling each time he thrust into me. "Yes, yes I was, she said, without turning towards her friend.

"It's gotten fuller and plusher." Tonya placed her hands on Candy's shoulders. "God, you're tense. What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing." Tonya's hands felt so soft and delicate on her skin. "I've been working out a lot, that's all."

"You should have Evan massage you," Tonya sald.

"Did you?" she asked.

"You told me to, so I did."

"Hmm, I didn't know you had taken my advice. Was it good?"

"You need to find out for yourself, but I can tell you this, that boy is gifted."

You have no idea, she thought, then immediately felt guilty and vulnerable because of her secrets. "I have to admit, I enjoy it when he rubs my shoulders."

"I'm sure, but you need to lay down and let him do you...all over." Tonya said. "I was a puddle when he finished."

Please, oh please don't put those thoughts in my head. "God, Tonya."

"What, you said he had magic hands, and was in need...in need of

a massage, so asked him, and he jumped at the opportunity."

"I bet he did." She turned her attention outside so Tonya wouldn't see the envy on her face,

"It's not a big deal, just a massage." Tonya's voice was too husky and too close to her ear. "Let yourself go, Candy, you deserve it."

The emotional roller coaster Candy had been riding took a zero gravity plummet, and the only word she could get out was, "No."

Tonya put her hand on Candy's stomach. She stiffened. "Honey, what is it, what's got you so upset?" Tonya asked. "I know there's something going on, I heard it in your voice on the phone."

"It's nothing." She wanted to pull away from her friend, but that would only exasperate Tonya's concern and inquiries.

The truth, Candy, it will set you free. Tell me."

The words ripped her insides apart, and her chest swelled with a convulsive sob. She threw her arms around Tonya, their breasts crushed together and her arms clutched for more and more of a hold. Tears flowed in streams down her cheeks. "It's okay, Candy, you're going to be all right. I'm here for you."

"It's a mess, Tonya, a giant, complicated mess." She heard the desperation in her voice.

"It's not complicated, Tonya said. "Watch how simple this is. She pressed her hands to the side of Candy's face, tilted her head and touch their lips together. Candy thought about the last time she kissed a girl. Hadn't that been the worst mistake of her life? She closed her eyes and pictured that girl's intense stare. It had been the most loving and passionate mistake she'd ever made, and she only regretted it because she got caught. She thrust her tongue Inside Tonya's mouth.

Candy was panting and dizzy when they separated. "I feel trapped...trapped like an animal in a snare, waiting to die. She could feel her pulse beating in her throat.

"No, you're not trapped, but you've been pretending," Tonya said and kissed her eyebrows. "You pretend you don't deserve more because you think this is your fault. It's not, you're a victim, so stop punishing yourself."

Tonya was her best friend, and she knew more about her than anyone else, but not about the camera and the secret desires it had spawned. What would the woman think if she knew how badly she wanted to let her stepson fuck her? Or worse, If she knew that other thing Candy wanted. Her nipples were suddenly throbbing. She pressed her chest against Tonya's tits and her lips on Tonya's neck. She took a deep breath, filling herself with the woman's scent. A fire burned between her legs where Tonya had shoved her thigh.

"Let yourself go," Tonya said and started kissing her again. "You deserve to feel good."

Candy welcomed Tonya's hands on her ass. If Evan had done that the night before, she would have ripped her clothes off and demanded that he cram his massive teenage cock inside her. Her pussy had been drooling down her inner thighs, prepared for him to take her, pound her like the schoolgirl she wanted to be.

Wouldn't that be the ultimate, fuck you to the man she had grown to hate? No, she could do better than that.

The orgasm took Candy by surprise. "Ahhh, god, oh, god." She crushed Tonya's thigh between her legs to stop it from grinding her convulsing pussy.

"Do it, Candy. Let it happen, let yourself go completely. Scream If you want to."

She stiffened and let her orgasm soak into her panties and jeans, onto Tonya's leg. "I can't believe I just humped your leg like a horny schoolgirl. What a mess."

"Candy, you have never looked more beautiful," Tonya said and gave her a tender kiss. "You're allowed to make a mess at my house. You can come here and act sexy, get naked, get fucked silly if you want, and nobody is going to say anything about it."

"Thank you, thank you for caring and for the orgasm."

"The first of many...today," Tonya said, and pulled her towards the bedroom.

After considering his options, Evan decided that jerking off, even with a pair of Gloria's panties, wouldn't solve any of his problems. so he sent Deana a text. His guess had been correct, she had gone to the tumbler's house. She wanted a ride home, but wouldn't be ready to leave for an hour. Rather than chancing another encounter with Gloria or being home when their mother returned, he got in his car and rode around, thinking.

It turned out that thinking wasn't anything Evan was qualified to do, not when girls were involved. His little sister had researched sex between step-siblings and wanted to marry him. What he wanted to do to her was scary, yet he wasn't sure it was her he wanted. It could have been misdirected desire. His mother had welcomed his intimate advances the morning after seeing his erection. It hadn't been just any erection, either. It was the one he got while making out with her. He said the words out loud, "I was making out with mom-" No, those words weren't going to come out of his mouth during a conversation with Deana.

How had seeing Deana naked become the least of his worries? Jeez, he had been in bed with two naked girls. Feeling up the tumbler while his tongue was in his sister's mouth and his cock was pressed against her butt had been wickedly erotic. He let the

Illicit fantasies blaze, and that eased his anxiety. The fact that he was jealous of Rebecca didn't even cross his one track mind.

It had been sunny and warm during Evan's bike ride, but when he reached Rebecca's house, It was windy and overcast. That wasn't unusual on the Gulf Coast. There would be a thunderstorm somewhere nearby, then it would be sunny again and more humid.

On her way to the car, Deana's hair trailed behind her like a kite's tail. Evan noticed how the blasts of wind pasted her clothes to her body, and, at that moment, it was more arousing than seeing her naked. He could see every groove, hill, and valley that made her body so perfect. She looked like a runway model, and he wanted a wardrobe failure. If a gust of wind gave him a glimpse of her panties, he would be rock hard in seconds. What was wrong with him?

"What is that a shirt you're wearing?"

"No, it's a 32 Degrees dress, Rebecca's." Deana stuffed her hands into the slits at her hips. "See, it has pockets."

"Dress," he repeated and looked her up and down. She could call it whatever she wanted; it was still a sleeveless shirt to him. "Rebecca definitely isn't as tall as you."

Deana looked down at her lap, tucked the material between her thighs and said, "It's just because I'm sitting."

He started backing up. "If the wind had blown just right, Rebecca's neighbors would have seen your underwear."

His sister tilted her head and gave him a suggestive shrug. "What If I'm not wearing any?"

Then they'd be some lucky fuckers, he thought. "Don't tease."

"I don't tease," she said.

"Oh." He drove away from Rebecca's house. "You smell good. Are you wearing Rebecca's perfume, too?"

"No, took a shower," Deana said. "Doesn't Rebecca's body wash smell wonderful? I have to get mom to buy some."

"Shower, why didn't you do that at home?"

"Because her parents aren't home."