Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 156

"I know," Becky said and moved with excitement towards him. "That was amazing. You got me off while I was kissing mom's cheek."

"You're crazy."

His sister giggled and grabbed his dick. "If you weren't still hard I might think you were seriously upset."

"I am. You wanted me to fuck you. If mom woke up it wouldn't have been like one of those stupid videos. She would know what we were doing. Then, you woke her up while I had my face in your

ass.

Becky rubbed her chest against his and stuffed both hands down his shorts. She cupped his throbbing balls and pressed his erection between her soft forearms. "Admit it, you wanted to fuck me while staring at mom's pink panties."

"She'd freak out. Might even throw me out if she caught us."

"You've never been so turned on in your life. You wanna fuck her, don't you?"

Without answering, Jason spun his sister around, yanked her pants down and bent her over the bed. Her hands came between her legs, and she said something, but her words were muffled in the mattress. He put his cock in her hands and grabbed her hips. His sister guided his dome to her hole. She was soaking wet and slippery, but she grunted when he rammed into her with more force than he intended. "Ahh, yeees, fuck me, fuck me big brother. Fuck me while you're thinking about mom."

Jason reached under Becky's chest and pinched her nipples. He hoped his sister's tits turned out just like his mother's big missile shaped tits. Becky was right, he had never been so turned on in his life. His body immediately started thrusting in short fast stabs. He was more than ready to cum. "Oh, shit. I...ah, I'm gonna, gonna, shit, gonna cum already."

Becky pushed forward, and his rigid cock squirted out of her tight hole. He grabbed the top of his dick and squeezed it. His sister flipped over and slid off the bed, facing him. He loosened his grip and stroked down the length of his bloated cock. Becky's eyes closed and her face twisted as the white stream splattered her forehead. She quickly recovered and got her mouth over his head. His balls jerked, and Becky's cheeks swelled. She pushed forward,

and his pulsing cock head plunged into his sister's throat. She gulped and swallowed hard. A smile formed around his shaft. Jason wondered why everyone didn't fuck their horny sisters. Evan was an idiot.

Late the next morning, Evan came out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. He smelled Irish Spring fresh. Deana's eyes filled his thoughts. He had gone to sleep picturing them, then awoke thinking about the same thing. They had always been intense, expressive and telling, but yesterday, when she was climaxing on the table, and when she was sucking him they became a portal into her soul. He felt her like never before. She loved him, and she was filled with the same passion. He wanted to look into her heart every chance he got.

"Evan, come here."

He looked down at his boxers and smiled, then opened Deana's door. "What's up?"

Deana's head was the only thing sticking out from under the covers. "Could you please bring me a Tylenol and give me a little massage?"

"You didn't even workout with me. Why are you sore?"

"It's my throat that hurts," she said. "The massage is just because."

"Oh, sorry. Should I get your lotion, too?"

"No, Rebecca gave me some that she took from her mother. Throw me that towel, please."

Deana's smirk intrigued him. He grabbed the towel hanging over her desk chair and tossed it on the bed. "Does that lotion smell like almonds?"

"No, why?"

"Nothing. I'll be right back."

When Evan returned to Deana's room with the Tylenol and a glass of water, he knew their mother was the only person home, and she was in her room doing her work. He put the glass on the nightstand. "Here."

"Thanks." She popped two pills in her mouth and took a long drink, then she threw the sheet off. She was wearing Old Navy pajama shorts and nothing else.

For a second, Evan thought he should look away, then it hit him, it doesn't matter anymore. He stared at the pink rings on top of her olive complected breasts. "Cover then up."

"It's not like you haven't seen them."

"I know, but mom's home."

"Let me get comfortable."

Deana turned a pillow, spread the beach towel over it, then she put her chest and stomach on top. He waited for her to finish squirming around, then asked, "Where should start?"

'I guess at the top." She put her hands above her head. "Work your way down."

He turned from Deana's body towards the partially opened door and decided it would be enough of a deterrent. This wasn't the right time to consider finishing what they'd started yesterday, even if that's what Deana wanted. "Where's the lotion?"

She pointed with her left elbow. "That drawer."

Evan started opening Deana's nightstand drawer. It got stuck. "Jeez, how do you find anything in here." He shoved the pile down and finished opening the draw. First, he saw a small plastic bottle; then he spotted something white. "You have a vibrator?"

"No, it's Rebecca's. Now get the oil and mind your business."

"The tumbler left hers here?"

"No, I brought it home from her house. Dad may have prevented me from having a serious boyfriend, but he didn't make me a saint I have needs, just like you. Now get busy with those hands, please."

He knelt on the bed next to her. "Dee, I'm not sure I can get used to this. Everything is different now...between us." He turned and lifted his right knee over her body.

"I think it's better," Deana said. "I feel so much closer to you now. Kinda like it used to be."

Evan didn't say anything. The clear liquid didn't smell like almonds, but it activated his salivary glands like the smell of French fries. He squirted it into his palm, rubbed his hands together, then started on Deana's neck. "I love how your skin feels."