Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 157

"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."

"Your hands, mm, my muscles are smiling."

His sister's tone, the warmth of her skin and the squishy muscles underneath all made him smile, too. His position, straddling her butt, that was making something else smile. He didn't feel inhibited by their bond of kinship. His penis was getting heavy, but he didn't care. Deana wouldn't, either. That invisible line on a sister's body that he should avoid crossing, it had been erased.

The massage advanced quickly from sensual to erotic. Evan searched, using Deana's purrs to guide him to the sensitive nooks that made her moan. Once he found a pleasure spot, he intensified his efforts. His cock had dropped out the leg opening of his boxers, then erected. It was rigid and aimed at Deana like a gulded missile ready for launch.

When he reached her hips, at the edge of her shorts, he used the heels of his hands and gouged deep into the muscled hilis leading up to the crests of her globes. If Deana was feeling him and reading his intentions, she would lift her ass and make it obvious for him. Then he'd pull her shorts down and massage her ass. Evan glanced down at the menacing lag of flesh hovering inches away from his sister's butt. Maybe she was still in the real world because she didn't make it obvious.

Evan scooted down, put his hands on the backs of Deana's thighs, Just above her knees, and focused his eyes on the leg holes of her shorts. He started massaging his way towards them. Every time her pussy peeked at him, his determination increased.

His hands approached the smiley face creases, and Deana's fingers clutched the sheets. Her feet drummed the bed. The last time he massaged his sister's thighs, and his thumbs pushed down between her legs, snapping over her tendons, he had accidentally touched her pussy. It had terrified him, and he wanted to run away, even though Deana acted like she hadn't noticed. Now he knew it was a setup, she'd wanted it to happen.

The webbing between his thumbs and index fingers was sliding through the grooves cut into the tops of Deana's thighs. His thumbs crossed over from inner thigh to crotch. The edges of his sister's plump labia were moist, and she moaned into the mattress when he rubbed across them. He pushed upward and forced his hands under her shorts. The material groaned and stretched tight over her crotch. He grabbed her bubble-butt and squeezed it. Her muscles fought back. The squishy firmness thrilled his senses.

"Ah, Evan, what...ah..."