Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 158

His thumbs pushed deep in the valley between her cheeks and darted across her silky flesh. His sister's middle jerked upward, then pushed into the mattress. He circled the puckered ring, taunting her most private place. "Oh, shit, Evan, IL, ah, don't-"

"Shh." He tugged the moist cotton away from her crotch. His fingertip found the two mounds of succulent flesh and pushed between them. Deana's lower back curved inward and her ass lifted. He slid his finger through the wet channel of flesh, then pulled it back. The tip of his finger dipped in and circled the tight ring at the mouth of her pussy. "Oh, God."

The boiling heat just inside her body made him pause, but Deana's middle thrust upward, ramming his finger into her. He pumped the tight tube. His sister's knees bent, lifting her ass even higher. Her cheeks spread apart and fully exposed her asshole. He pressed his thumb against it and grabbed her pubic bone, then flicked her clit with his middle finger. Her hunching body got more demanding and her juices leaked onto to his fingers. He pulled the shorts to one side and took hold of his throbbing cock. The tip touched the slippery crease, and his brain stopped working. His body jerked, and his sister's flesh channel swallowed his bulbous knob. Deana gasped. "Ahh, Evan, please..."

Evan raked the head of his cock up and down her pussy groove. coating it with her slippery juices. Deana lifted her groin higher off the bed. He leaned forward and supported his upper body with one arm, then steered the crown of his cock to the mouth of her pussy. Her narrow opening welcomed the tip of his dick with a hot, wet kiss that made his body hunch. "Aaah, ooohucch, Evan, maybe-

Deana reached under her body and grabbed her crotch. Her fingers spread the flesh around the head of his dick. He applied more pressure, and she pushed her body back against his cock. The heat on his dome increase. His body was trembling as her narrow tube started to open.

'Ouch, ouch, shit, wait."

Evan wasn't sure about Deana's tone, but now that he'd made up his mind, he didn't want to wait. His body was on autopilot. "Dee, I'm going to." Half of his cock head was inside his sister. He wanted to shove the rest in with one quick thrust, but he suddenly perceived Deana's fear, so he paused. "Are you okay?"

"I'm, um, I'm-" Deana's head whipped around. "Did you hear that?"

She bucked. "Get off, get up, move, I heard someone."

Evan was on his feet cramming his erection back in his boxers. He threw the covers over his sister. "Damn, towel" Deana said pointing at him. "Towel, towel."

"Shit." He snatched up the towel he'd dropped earlier. The floor outside Deana's room creaked, then her door swung open, and their mother said, "Good morning."

They said, "Good morning, mom," in stereo. He remained half turned towards his mother with the bunched up towel in front of his hardon. "Deana was in pain from working out. I brought her Tylenol, and I was-"

"He was just leaving, Deana said, but her expression said, shut up, dumbass, you sound guilty.

Their mother said, 'A little massage, too, that's better than Tylenol."

All of the blood ran out of Evan's head while he tried to figure out if his mother was asking a question or making a statement. "Um, yeah, okay, I'll be back. Gotta go, um, go to the bathroom." He turned, took one step and realized he couldn't get past his mother unless he acted like a cat trying to avoid getting pet. Be natural, he thought and continued. He paused next to her and tried to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Fuck, that didn't work.

His mother's arm went out. "Glad to see- Her hand caught his stomach. "See that you at least wore your underpants." His abs tightened under her circling hand. It stopped just above his waistband. "I might have you wearing clothes soon." Her fingers gently gripped his skin. He wanted to look back and see if Deana could tell what their mother was doing to him.

"Yeah, ah, yes." He started walking. His mother dragged her fingernails across his belly and around his side.

"Oh, Evan."

He stopped and turned back towards his mother. "Yes?"

"Call Miss Tonya. She has some referrals for you."

"Awesome, that's great, I'll do that now." He was happy for an opportunity to make more money and grateful for an excuse to run.

"Evan, you don't have to give them massages," she paused, "unless you want to."

Deana lifted her head. "What?"