Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 149

slender legs tightened, her back arched and her shiny hair swished just above her butt. The bottom of her cheeks came into view, then vanished.

He looked around the room. Nothing had physically changed, but nothing was the same.

"You want Coke?" Deana asked and opened the refrigerator.

When he turned, Deana was in front of the open door. The light shining through her dress created a silhouette of her crotch. He gulped.

"Hello, Deana said, "Coke?"

"Yes, Coke is good." How many times had his mother brought a glass to the table for his father? Yeah, if he were married to a gorgeous, sexy woman, he'd thank her, kiss her and make love to her every chance he got. He wouldn't bother taking her to their room; he'd do it right there, and everywhere.

Deana handed him his drink, then backed up to the comer of the table and put her left cheek down. He watched her long throat while soda moved from her mouth to her stomach, then he lowered his eyes. "Jeez, you got your butt on the table."

"Not really. She moved his glass out of the way and sat down in front of him, then she leaned side-to-side, walking her butt backward. "Now it's on the table."

He had been hoping for a glimpse since Deana came out of Rebecca's house, now his sister's pussy was inches away, hidden behind a thin veil of material. "Dee, why are you doing this to me?"

Deana sipped her drink. "Doing what?"

"Teasing me."

"I told you, I don't tease."

"All right, tempting me."

Her skin squeaked on the wood when her butt slid off the table. For a split second, he had seen it, then she was standing over his lap, her chest in his face. He looked up as her hands moved over his cheeks and through his hair, then she was sitting on his lap. Her tongue wet her lips, and her head tilted. "Dee-"

Is this what true love feels like? "Dee, ah, Dee." He lifted her and put her back on the table, but this time there wasn't a veil. He fell back on the chair and reached; his hands moved from her knees to the middle of her thighs, then stopped, "What are you, um, why are you trying to-Shit, don't you know what could happen?

"That's what I want. I want it to happen."

"But I'm... We're-"

"I know, but don't care, I want to."

"Why me?"

"Because I want it to be with someone I love, really, really love, It has to be special.

"We can't. You'll find somebody."

"I already have," she said. "Evan, I'm not sure I'll ever want to be with a guy again, so it has to be someone trust and love. Someone I have always loved and will always love, no matter what. I need to find out, need to know if I like....like boys, too.

Before Evan could speak, Deana lifted her knees and put her feet on the tops of his thighs. His sister's labia was pressed together by her legs. It was plump and smooth without a hint of hair. He had never seen anything so perfect. His heart was pounding, and his mouth watered with expectancy. "No, Dee, can't," he said as his face moved forward. His lips formed the word, no, but they were pressed into the cushion of Deana's pubic mound. He kissed it and inhaled deeply. The sound of his knees hitting the floor startled him, then Deana's elbows knocked against the table, and her crotch rose to meet his lips. He poked the tip of his tongue out. Oh fuck, it was touching his sister's slit

Deana's legs fell open, and he tasted her. It was a sweetness on the end of his tongue. He followed the groove up and down two times before breaking the seal. His sister was hot and wet, her Juices coated his taste buds. Then, without hesitation, he buried his tongue between her slippery folds and sucked her nectar into his mouth. It was unlikely the taste of a girl's pussy would ever impact his life the way his sisters did. Or taste as good.

His thumbs moved up until they touched her lips, then they

pressed in and held her open. He circled the tiny hole. Deana

sighed. He rolled his tongue up and forced it inside her. She

moaned and twisted her fingers in his hair. Her clit was smashed sister's panting breaths grew more exasperated.

When he thought she was ready, he moved his mouth close to her clit. Deana whimpered. He surrounded the swollen bud with his lips, sucked and flicked it. Deana squeaked and pulled his hair. He forced his eyes upward. Her silky nipple sacks were bloated and rich with her excitement. She stared down at him. Her eyes were intense and filled with lust. He flicked her throbbing clit and watched her face brighten.

"Mmmm, Evan, oh, Evan."

He licked harder and faster. Deana's cheeks turned crimson, and her eyes rolled. When his finger entered her body, she clenched her fingers and pulled his hair, hard. "Yes, oh, yes...ah, do it, do me, please do it to me."

That's exactly what he wanted to do, what Deana wanted, but she'd have to settle for him giving her what he hoped would be the best orgasm of her life. His tongue circled, crisscrossed and flicked up and down while his middle finger fired in and out of her pussy. She released his hair and pressed her fists against the table, rocking her body. His mouth ached, but his licking became more intense and his hand thrust with more force, banging his knuckles into her flooded pussy channel.

"Ah, ah, ah, fuck...ah....fuuuuck."

A ridge formed from her pubic bone to her ribs. Deana bit down on her bottom lip. Evan gave her every ounce of energy left in his tongue. Deana's fists pounded wood and her heels kicked against his back. He watched her eyes while she came in his mouth. She had never looked more beautiful.

A flickering light raced across the ceiling. They both turned towards the window. Their mother's car came to a stop. 'Shit, oh Shit!" He stood quickly and turned in a frantic circle. "Fuck!"

"Calm down," Deana said and grabbed his hand. "Come on." She dragged him out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hallway into the bathroom, then locked the door.

Before Candy left Tonya's house, her friend had convinced her that the infidelity was justified, and because it wasn't with another man, it wasn't a big deal. Candy didn't disagree, after all, it was Tonya, and she spent time with her anyway. Too bad she hadn't been smarter last time.