Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 150

On the drive home, Candy had convinced herself that cheating with another woman was better than fucking her husband's son. Now, she had to go in the house and tell Evan the whole thing was her fault, that it was wrong and it could never happen again. That had been her plan earlier, but it blew up when Evan took hold of her like the man she wanted him to be. His lips on her neck sent chills down her back and hot flashes to her crotch. The passion he had poured into her the previous night and everything she wanted him to do to her instantly returned. She knew what Evan was pressing against her back, and her pussy got wet in preparation for that hard teenage cock. If Gloria hadri't been there, her little man would have tried to take her right there, and she would have let him.

This time, she thought, her lust wouldn't cloud her judgment. Tonya hadn't merely taken the edge off of her sexual desires; the woman had taken her on a marathon of orgasms. The longer they went at it, the more bold and creative they got. Once they were depleted, they showered together. After, Tonya refused to let her get dressed, and they got back in bed, talked, cuddled and fell asleep. Her best friend awoke her with a kiss, then gave her three more exhausting climaxes. It had been a long time since anyone met her needs sexually. She enjoyed being with a woman, but it brought back all those feelings she had for her last lover, the one she could never have again. Would anybody ever meet her physical and emotional needs the same way?

Candy's hand was shaky when she reached for the doorknob. The kitchen lights were on, but nobody was in the room. She was relieved that she didn't have to face Evan right away. It needed to be on her terms when she had the advantage. She'd tell him to come to her room; then she'd lay it out for him; she'd lie and tell him she regretted it. How foolish would that sound?

There were two glasses of soda on the table, surrounded by puddles of condensation. Instinctively, she was about to clean up after whoever, but stopped and sat on the chair that had been pulled away from the table.

"Why did we come in here?" Evan asked. "If she comes looking for US-

"She won't look for us, and if she does," Deana shrugged, "I'll get behind the shower curtain if she calls you, and if she calls me, you

hide."

"Still, jeez, that was close."

"Nah, if she had been at the screen door, that would have been close."

He shook his head. 'No, that would've been death. There's no way she wouldn't have seen us. I should go upstairs before she wonders where we are."

She smiled at him, and he knew she felt it too. "That was incredible," she said. "Kiss me before you go."

Deana was smart, confident, popular and gorgeous, in other words, out of his league, so he should have considered himself the luckiest fucker on the planet, but she was still his sister. "No, we shouldn't," he said and looked into her eyes. His heart swelled.

"We should."

He wrapped his hands around her neck. "I'm going to.'

"Good"

Their eyes were still wide open. Their respiration increased, and their pupils dilated. They both knew this kiss would be different after what happened on the kitchen table. Deana seized his tongue with her sucking lips and pulled it deep into her mouth. Her hand moved between them. He tried to pull back, but she held his tongue with her teeth. "No, Dee, no," he mumbled into her mouth, but she ignored him and opened his zipper.

He got his tongue free and said, "Deana, please, don't, don't do that."

"Can't I see it? I want to see it."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Evan, I've felt it so many times, can't I see it."

"Felt it?"

"You jammed it against my butt this morning, and it got hard when you were rubbing my feet. It always does. Is it as big as it felt today?"

"No."

"I bet it is," Deana said and shoved the front of his pants down. His erection swung free. "God, it's bigger than I thought."

He panicked at the sight of his cock standing in front of his sister's belly and reached for his pants. "You shouldn't, ah, we shouldn't be doing this. Let me go before-"

"Let me touch it first," she said. "It's not a big deal after what you did to me."

It was a huge deal for him. "You don't understand."

"I think I do, but you can explain later. Right now, let me do this." His balls rolled in Deana's cupped hands. "They feel so cool."

Evan watched his sister's long fingers wrap around his dick; then he felt her tugging on it. As long as you don't have sex with her, it's not a big deal, he told himself. "Oh, Dee, jeez.' He wanted her with the same blind determination he'd had with Candy, but it scared him more. Deana knew what he was feeling.

Her fingertips traced the rim of his purple dome. She looked at it with fascination, then teased the moist slit and followed a thick vein down his shaft. "It's a little scary,' she said and squeezed the thick base. "I bet it will hurt."

Water surged through a pipe in the wall and made them both jump. Their mother was in the kitchen. "How did we leave the kitchen?" he asked. "Did we leave anything that might, um, you know?"

"I better go and make sure," Deana sald.

"I think you better." His voice trembled. "I'm going upstairs."

"Yeah, you should because you look guilty and she'll know something's up."

"Sorry, I haven't mastered the art of deception, like you."

"You better work on it," she said. "I'll go, you stay here for a minute, but put that away before I open the door."

"Duh," he said and closed his pants. "See you later."

"Let's work out tonight. I need the exercise."

His sister opened the door and switched off the light. He whacked her on the ass and whispered, "No you don't."

In Candy's role as an adult, and especially as a mother, there

wouldn't have been an acceptable explanation for the ass shaped smudge on the table. Unfortunately, her afternoon affair created another fissure in the dam she'd built to hold back the real Candy. Through that fault-line, she visualized the three most viable scenarios that could have led to the mess, only one concerned her, but for the wrong reason. She tried to imagine how she was supposed to handle such nefarious conduct.

What a hypocrite she'd have to be. How many times had she seen or done such things on the kitchen table?