Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 160

Deana reached between her legs and caressed her soapy crotch. The tip of her finger circled the rim of her opening. With minimal effort, it slid into her body. Would her brother's thick cock hurt all the way to the top of her tube? She was glad Rebecca was coming over.

Despite his overwhelming need to cum, Evan wasn't disappointed when Miss Tonya didn't ask him to come over and fuck her before he mowed her friend's lawns. She gave him the information over the phone, and he was driving to the first job. He was glad he'd have a day to walk back and forth behind a lawnmower. He needed time to think, after all, he had almost pushed his dick inside his sister. Shit, he'd gotten the best blowjob of his life from her and ate her out in the kitchen, and practically got caught twice by his mother, who he had made out with and fondled.

All of the feelings he had denied and stuffed had been released from his emotional closet. He couldn't lie to himself anymore. It was right there in his face; he wanted Deana and Candy. He loved both of them the way he wasn't supposed to love them, but Deana said she wanted him to love her like that.

Evan went over the scene without the lust chemicals surging through him. The sensitive knob of his cock had been wedged into Deana's tight opening. It was just about to break through and plunge into paradise. His body had gone on autopilot. At that point, he wasn't going to be denied, no matter what, yet he stopped.

His hands trembled on the steering wheel when he realized he wouldn't have been able to stop fucking his sister if he had started. It hadn't been what Deana said that got through to him. It was what he felt. His sister had reservations. Her body had been doing everything to make sure he fucked her, but in her mind, she hadri't

been sure. Had she changed her mind about him?

Deana dried her body then put on panties and a T-shirt. She hoped Rebecca got there soon. Rebecca wanted to hear everything on the phone earlier, but Deana needed to watch her girlfriend's face when she told her what happened.

When Deana got to her room, Rebecca was sitting on the bed. "How did you get in?" Deana asked and swung the door closed with her foot.

"Your sexy sister let me in," Rebecca said.

"Seriously, my sexy sister?"

Rebecca got off the bed and grabbed Deana's shoulders. "Yeah, and your mother is sexy too, but that's not important now." She gave Deana one solid shake. "What am I not going to believe?"

Suddenly Deana wanted to curl up on the bed with her girlfriend. She kissed Rebecca tenderly, "Come on, let's sit." She led Rebecca to the bed. They sat Indian style, facing each other. "You're not going to believe what happened."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Your brother ate your pussy on the kitchen table, so I'm sure will"

"No, you won't."

"Well, get busy talking then. You're killing me with this suspense shit. You should have told me on the phone."

"Hell no, this is too good for the phone." She put her hands on Rebecca's knees, "I gave him head."

"I figured that," Rebecca said. "That's what we talked about yesterday."

Deana smiled. "I woke up with a sore throat."

"Really, how big?" Rebecca held her hand six inches apart. Deana sighed and moved them. "Shit, you said big, that's giant."

'I swear it was all the way down here." She painted to her throat. "I can't believe how much squirted out of that thing."

Rebecca swallowed hard. "What's wrong with you? It's your first time giving head, and you try and do deep throat and swallow. You're an over achiever."

"I almost puked, twice."

"I almost did that the first time I tried to swallow. It blasted my throat and I almost barfed

"Was that when you pulled back, and James squirted it in your eye?"

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me." Rebecca rubbed her eye. "When do I get to try?"

'He's my brother, not a banana."

"Shut up."

"So, what do you think your mom would have done?"

"I rather not think about that." The truth was, she sensed their mother knew too much already.

"I might be feeling a little jealous, Rebecca said.

Deana was glad. It would have scared her if Rebecca wasri't jealous. She would be if the roles were reversed. Deana asked, "Because I got a massage or because you didn't?" then she fell sideways and pulled Rebecca with her.

They were on their sides, face to face. Rebecca stroked Deana's eyebrow with the tip of her finger. "Both, I guess."

"Hmm, how 'bout i get you a massage?"

"I'd like that," Rebecca said and pushed Deana on her back. "There something else you could do, though." Rebecca put her hand on Deana's stomach; then it started moving down.

She kissed the tip of Rebecca's nose. "What, I'll do anything for you."

"Will you chance letting your mother catch me," Rebecca pushed her hand inside Deana's panties, "doing this?"

"Yes, and I won't even make you stop if she comes."

"Hopefully, the only one coming will be you." She pulled Deana's panties down, got between her legs, and rested her chin on Deana's pubic mound.

She smiled because having Rebecca between her legs, looking into her eyes, still made all those feelings bubble inside.

"I love you."

Later that afternoon, Deana entered the kitchen and Candy said, "Honey, I need to talk to you for a minute."

"What's up?" Deana said.

Candy sat down and looked up at her stepdaughter. She remembered the chill she got the first time she saw Sandra in Deana's eyes. Over the past three years, more and more of the woman Candy fell in love with was showing up in Deana. They didn't just look alike, either. Her stepdaughter had the same intense black eyes that made you feel like she was looking into you. She had the same intelligence, wit, perception and cunning ways, also. Now, in what felt like an instant, Deana had gone from being a pretty girl to a gorgeous and irresistible young lady, just like Cindy had. It gave Candy goosebumps and intimidated her. She felt more like Deana than a woman who was supposed to be raising her. "Sweetheart," she said and took hold of Deana's hands. "I know we've already had the talk, but i-

"Mom, Deana blushed, "I know all about the birds and the bees."

"Sit down, Honey.' Candy pulled out a chair, so it faced her. "Of course you do, and I'm not trying to embarrass you." Deana twirled her hair around her finger. "I know you don't, um, you're not supposed to date yet, but sometimes...sometimes things happen, unplanned things.

Candy forced eye contact. "Deana, this is strictly between you and me. Your father would kill me if he knew I was having this talk with you. You understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, yes, of course."

"Honey, I'm not saying you are, and I'm not asking if you are, and I'm not saying you should, but if you think it's something you're going to be doing, you have to be smart. I want you to come to me, talk to me about it, but know you probably won't. I was your age, once. I want you to be prepared." She reached into her pocket, pulled out a packet and handed it to her stepdaughter.

Deana stared at it. "I, ah."

'It's okay. I'm not accusing you or giving you the green light, but it's your life, and I understand how things can happen."

"You do?"

'Of course I do. You know you can talk to me about anything, and I mean anything at all. it will stay between us."

"I know," Deana said. "Thanks, mom. I haven't, but it makes me feel good that you understand. I like knowing can come to you with

anything, but I haven't."

"I know, Honey," she said and squeezed Deana's hands. "Everything

you need to know about those is in the booklet, but please trust me enough to come to me if you feel like you need those. I love you"

"I love you, too, Deana said and stood up.

When Candy got up, Deana wrapped her arms around her and hugged her like she was trying to crack her ribs. She could feel Deana's heart thumping. "You're good, Dee, you're doing fine."

"I really, really, love you, Mom."

"I know, Sweetheart, I know."

Deana took a few steps towards the living room, then turned back. "Thanks, Mom."

"Dee, this has to be our secret. Can I count on you to keep it between us?"

"Yes"

"Not even Rebecca or your brother."

"I promise."

Candy watched Deana walk away, knowing the girl wanted to tell her everything, but she was too scared and too ashamed. Candy had been there more than once, and she was there now.

On the way to her room, Candy sensed her life flashing before her eyes. What was she thinking? John wouldn't divorce her for giving Deana birth control, he would murder her. Why was she risking her life instead of telling them she knew and making sure they didn't have sex? It was because there wasrit any part of her relationship with Bobby that Candy regretted, not even getting pregnant. Gloria wasn't a mistake, but Candy had imagined Bobby, Sally and her all raising Gloria together like a happy family. That was what Candy had thought about Sally's baby, too. If she weren't trapped with John, she would have found Darlene sooner and been like a mother to her.

To Be Continued...