Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 151

"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 dorie such things on the kitchen table?

Candy knew she had to stop when her fingertip touched the wood. Then she was watching it swirl in the moisture, telling herself what she shouldn't do next. It would be shameful and disgusting under any circumstances, but licking a tabletop because you want to know what your stepdaughter taste like, that fell into a category of its own.

Whether it was morally and socially wrong became secondary to the emotional impact Deana's pussy juice had on Candy. She savored it and remembered the sexual desire, the passion, the fear of being found out, and the bliss that came when she finally gave In. Candy hugged herself and smiled, thinking about the joy and love she'd shared with those she was never supposed to be with. The misery of losing all of that made tears pool at the rim of her eyes.

Damn it, stop it. She got up, put the glasses in the sink, pushed the chair back and wiped off the table. Tonya was wrong about the truth; it wouldn't set her free, and it had to stay behind the dam, but the floodgates were already open. One more secret might bring the whole thing down. Then what?

After talking to her mother, Deana went to her room. Her hands trembled, and her heart pounded. The woman she had encountered in the kitchen looked five years younger than the woman she'd seen that morning. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes had a twinkle, and she moved with an airy grace. Something was off, Deana thought. Was she projecting the past because talking to Evan had uncovered buried memories or did their mother get in a time machine and come back as their Candy?

The last thing her mother said to her was, "Honey, when you make a mess...clean up, please." The table had been cleared. Why did she assume it was me and not Evan? Her brother thought of her as the master of deception, the one who stayed calm and always had an answer at the spur of the moment, but she was frazzled. One day wasn't big enough to hold everything that had already happened.

Deana eased between the sheets and snuggled a pillow against her chest. "I love you,' she whispered and wrapped her legs around another pillow. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Evan was ready to do some thinking, so he sat on his bed, put his elbow on his leg and his hand under his chin. The smell of his sister's pussy lingered on his finger. What irony, he thought, it was the same finger Rebecca had been sucking on that morning. He had started his day in bed with two naked giris. Deana and Rebecca slept together without anything on, and they spooned.

When he had thought of it as a phase that girls went through, like Jayda and Alex, something they grew out of; it was exciting to imagine what they did to each other, but if his sister thought she might be a lesbian, that was serious. In his mind, he compared getting caught with Deana to having to tell his parents he liked boys, Jeez, his poor sister, she must have been going through hell. That could explain why she lost it at Sonic. She might have been thinking about what their father would say if he found out. That sucks.

If Deana loved and trusted him, how could he turn her down? He decided he wouldn't. Love was more important than some rule. He made up his mind; he would love his sister with all his heart and do whatever she needed him to do. "I need to find out, need to know if I like...like boys, too."

Jeez, no pressure there. Deana was going to choose her sexual preference based on his performance. He was going to need every trick Miss Tonya taught him, and more. He grabbed the two bottles of herbs and supplements and took twice the recommended dose.

When her phone rang, Deana sat up and stuffed her pillows behind her back. Phew, here goes. "Hey, Reb."

"How did it go?"

"How did what go?"

"It happened! You did it!"

Deana moved the phone away and rubbed her ear. "Don't yell."

"Sorry," Rebecca said, "I'm excited. You finally got fucked."

"You're so crude."

"Fuck, fuck fuck, you got fucked, now give me details."

Despite her mood, she cracked a smile. "No, didn't. He wouldn't do that, and if we did, we would make love, not fuck."

"What da ya mean, wouldn't do that? You left here with a plan. What happened?"

"He bought me ice cream, and we had a long talk," she said.

"That's sweet, but there's more. I know something happened, so spit it out."

"How do you know?"

"Please, Dee, I know you. What'd he do to you?"

"He did what you do, except was on the kitchen table."

"Holy shit, he went down on you in the kitchen. Fuck, that must have been exciting. Can we do that?"

"Maybe. We'll see."

"Wasn't it good? You sound disappointed."

"It was incredible."

"You upset because you didn't close the deal?"

"Close the deal? Jeez, Rebecca, we're talking about losing my virginity to my brother."

"I know. I'm sorry, but you left here excited because plan C was working perfectly and you were sure it was finally going to happen. Why didn't it?"

"For one thing, my mother came home right as I was getting off."

"You're kidding?"

"No, no I'm not. We saw her car and ran to the bathroom before she saw us, but talk about exciting."

"Wow, I'm picturing you on the table with you legs in the air. I swear you're killing me. What happened in the bathroom? Why didn't you finish in there? You finally got him where you wanted him, and you didn't-

"I got scared."

"I told you that was normal."

"No, I don't think it's normal," she said. "You lied to me. There's no

way it's not going to hurt. Shit, it's going to kill my little kitty."

Physical pain was the least of her worries.

"Dee, take it easy. You'd be surprised what you can fit in there."

"When I grabbed it, it fought back. Jeez, Henry's a twig compared to Evan's tree trunk."

"Deana, if you're not comfortable, it's okay to change your mind. You don't have to do this now or ever if you don't want to...for any reason."

"I know" she said.

"Talk to me."

"What if like it? I mean with Evan, the same way I like it with you? What will we do if we both like it? How will that work living together or at school? It's hard enough not getting caught with you."

"You might be overthinking it. Take your time and follow your heart. There's plenty of summer vacation left"

"But I told him I wanted to workout tonight. After what he did for me, and what I did to him in the bathroom, he's going to expect it. I told him I don't tease, and now-"

"Do the other thing," Rebecca said. "Tell him you wanna do that first."

"Rebecca, he isn't a banana."

"Why don't you let me be there with you. I'll make sure it's the best time of your life."

"Mm, sure you would, you always do, but no."

"Well, then blow him, he'll be satisfied. Then play hard to get until it feels right, or not. It's all going to work out."

Deana wiped her eyes. "You're right. Thank you."

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask, but I'm not sure I'll answer."

"Does he do it better than me?"

"No, he does it good, different, but not better. You're still the best, baby."

"Mmm, thank you. I wish you were here right now, I'd kiss you until your toes curled, then I'd....."