Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 153

Candy sat and hung her head, considering the ambiguous words she'd spoken to Evan. She had come home from Tonga's with an unwavering sense of responsibility. Her intention was to set Evan straight; he could never kiss her again. Although, the road to Hell wasn't paved with good intentions. It was a Slip' N Slide of wrong choices, and Candy had taken a running start at it that morning. Now, she had to decide if she was going to act like a mother or a character from one of those Sidney Sheldon novels she'd read as a teenager.

As Deana's mother, it was Candy's responsibility to correct and protect. That was why Candy had waited in the kitchen for Deana. She knew Rebecca wasn't there, and she couldn't believe Evan was involved, that meant she only needed to discipline her stepdaughter for the lascivious act. What went wrong?

Earlier, when Deana turned the corner, Candy's heart jerked in her chest, and she grasped Deana's bare arms. The girl was good at hiding her feelings, but the radiating glow from Deana's face couldn't be switched off. She was oozing a sexual energy that made Candy envious. Without saying a word, she wrapped Deana In a firm hug. She had never loved her daughter so deeply.

More good intentions had greased the Slip' N Slide, and Candy continued her descent. Was she weak and driven by the erratic winds of her emotions, or was she going insane?

The pace and intensity of Evar's punches and kicks grew more aggressive. He wasn't mad at anyone or anything, but anger had manifested out of the cluster-fuck of emotions he was experiencing. He still didn't have a clue whether or not his mother wanted him to kiss her and keep it a secret or don't kiss her and keep it a secret. After he left her room and walked through the kitchen, another option had popped into his head; she could have been talking about what happened on the table. Deana was sleeping when he went to ask her what happened with their mother; then he fell asleep until dinner, Now, he was waiting for Deana to come workout with him or do whatever she needed him to do.

His foot slammed into the side of the heavy bag over and over again. He intended to have sex with his sister, and that scared him. More because he wanted to than anything else. He was also nervous like it was going to be his first time. It was Deana's first, and it had to be the best she ever had. Damn it, where is she?

Evan stopped kicking when he heard his name. He turned around.

Deana was at the bottom of the staircase, but she wasn't dressed for working out. She swung her head and tossed her hair over her shoulder, then started towards him. Whatever Evan had been feeling a few seconds ago was replaced by bewilderment. What happened to his sister? Deana looked older and more mature. Her eyes made him nervous. With each step, a slender thigh parted the short flaps of her robe. Evan stared and asked, "How long have you been there?"

Deana stopped and said, "Fifteen kicks, then her fingertip drew a line down the center of his sweaty chest.

"You're not dressed for working out." He watched her finger circling his belly button.

Deana said, "I know," and moved her hands to his waist. Her lower lip quivered after her tongue moistened it. She was going to kiss him.

Discemment came to Evan like an oncoming freight train. He knew what would happen if he let his sister's lips touch his. The impact would be more profound than kissing Candy, and what he had been afraid of for years would happen. It was his last chance to stop it. "Dee," he whispered and pulled her body against his.

Deana's quick breaths swept over his dry lips, and Evan found little motivation to get out of the way. He closed his eyes and waited for the train to hit him.

His sister's lips were warm and moist. He tightened his arms

around her waist and squeezed the air from her lungs. The inside of her mouth was hot on his tongue. They had never kissed without him holding something back. The decision he had made earlier freed him from all of his self-imposed moral restrictions. He felt thirteen again, deeply in love and on fire with new and exciting feelings.

Their tongues and bodies were moving with lustful aggression. Deana slowed down and wiggled side-to-side with a determined purpose. He filled his lungs and let the silky fabric of his sister's nipples slide across his chest, then he stepped back and watched the robe finish opening. Her cotton-puff domes swelled and turned a darker shade of pink. He reached for her neck and moved his hands outward. Deana's robe slipped off her shoulders. She straightened her arms and let it drop to the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of her bald pubic mound. He couldn't remember If he had ever looked straight down a girl's body while she was standing up. Deana's pussy hill grew gradually, then burst from her

groin where a thin line divided it into two plump flesh mounds that demanded his full attention. Evan licked his lips and looked into Deana's eyes.

The sound of his erection slapping against his stomach made him look. His sister's hands were still pushing his shorts down. "I wanna feel it against me," Deana said and started kissing him again.

He slid his hands down her back, grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her into him. His throbbing dick was sandwiched between them. He hunched and his cock slid up Deana's belly until his balls hit her pubic bone. He moved a hand down to her thigh and lifted, hoping his sister would wrap her leg around him. Then he would lift her, and she could hug him with both legs and arms. His sister could crush him with her love while he eased her body onto his throbbing erection. Years of expectation were about to be fulfilled.

Deana huffed and pushed back. "Oh, Evan." She was staring at the cock that jutted out at her.

"What?"

"It's so big. Let me do this...um, first," she said.

"Ah." His sister's soft hands were cool, and his balls tried to retreat, then settled comfortably into her palms.

Deana started lowering her body. "They're heavy." She looked up. "I wanna give you a blow job."

When Evan had his closed, and they were in the heat of the moment, it would have been easy to push his dick inside his sister. Now, Deana was on her knees with his pulsing erection in front of her face, telling him she wanted to suck his cock. That made it real and gave him pause. Deana wouldn't even know how to give head, would she? "But-"

"Shh." She pulled his cock down until the tip touched her lips, then she kissed it. "Let me...I want to."

Her pink tongue circled the purple head. Then her lips sealed around it, and her tongue flicked the tip. He felt the pull of her mouth drawing him in. His sister made a slurping sound, and her tongue circled the crown of his cock. That pushed his button labeled, blinding-unstoppable lust. "Oh, fuck."

Her teeth grazed his sensitive flesh; then his head slid across the roof of her mouth. She sucked blood into his throbbing knob. "Ah,