Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 161

Willpower

The feed from the security camera activated the open window on Candy's monitor. She was relieved to see Evan's car coming up the driveway. He had been gone longer than Candy imagined it would take to mow two lawns, but she had no idea how big the yards were or whose they were. Tonya hadn't said which of her friends she had referred Evan to, and Candy hadn't wanted to seem suspicious, so she didn't ask. Tonya had some single friends who might want more than a massage if one had been mentioned.

Candy closed the app and stood up. She was as prepared as she would ever be. It was time to make things right. She had put Evan and herself in a dangerous situation. Now, she needed to stop acting like a jealous girl and be an adult, and mother to her stepson. Wasn't that her responsibility?

Evan finished undressing as instructed. His mother had been in the kitchen when he came home, and it wasn't happenstance. She had been waiting for him, dressed the way she was supposed to be, conservatively. Her facial expression was the one he had expected when he went to her room the previous day. It was that of a mother about to tell their child something grave. The tone of his mother's voice was stern, and her words clearly presented the facts. Closure, wasn't that what he'd wanted?

There was a dirt ring around the top of his boxers and dry grass stuck to Evan's skin. His socks were striped green and white where they had been bunched up around his ankles. Two lawns had turned into three when Miss Tonya's second referral, Mrs. Westclox, sent him, with her lawn mower, to the neighbor's house The Polar's lawn mower had been broken for three weeks, and that had been apparent to Evan. It had been very charitable of Mrs. Westclox towards her neighbors, but the extra forty bucks she gave him wasn't enough for the time and effort it took to mow down their jungle,

He dropped his clothes in the washing machine because his mother didn't want them to stink up the bathroom. She told him to take them off in the laundry area, then she said, "I'll wash them," like that was her job. He spilled gas on his jeans, why shouldn't he wash them? He felt like kicking something.

His mother was sorry. It was her fault, and she wanted everything

to go back to normal. When he tried to take some of the blame,

she rejected him outright. All the fault laid on her, and she needed him to forgive her. For Evan, it was hard to forgive a person for something he did. He kissed her, and he had enjoyed it. His mother told him it was an impulsive mistake, and he should forget the whole thing. It would be easier to forget his name.

The woman who had been standing in the kitchen, she was dressed like and sounded like his mother. Evan had watched her lips move while she spoke. They were the warm, moist lips he had kissed, and he didn't believe a word that came out of them. That lady was an impostor

At the end of her talk, she hugged him. Their posture, the pressure they applied, and the amount of time they held on, all portrayed an appropriate mother-son hug, but it hadn't been. They both trembled and his mother sighed when she released him. Then she pressed her lips against his while staring at him. Tears hung on the rims of her eyes but never fell. That was whern it happened, Evan saw the truth. The woman who responded to, Mrs. Damiani, was none other than, Candy, the babysitter. For reasons Evan didn't understand yet, he had wanted to cry at the realization.

The last thing his mother said was, "Don't worry, it'll all work out. I'll take care of your father."

Evan kicked the washer, then grabbed his big toe and hopped in a circle. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The shower had washed away the dirt, grass, and residue of gasoline, but Evan still thought he smelled it. Maybe it was trapped in his nose? He closed his eyes and turned his face into the stream of water. Deana's voice startled him, "Were you expecting me?"

He turned and watched her naked body step into the tub. "Ah, no."

"Then why didn't you lock the door?"

"Forgot."

Deana's nudity took Evan's breath away like one of Ginger Snap's perfectly sensual and erotic picture posts, an image so beautiful it created a painful craving. He didn't look away. His sister was unapproachable in the minds of most guys, but there she was getting in the shower with him. His heart was racing.

She sealed the shower curtain and faced him. "Need help?"

Last time, on a harebrained whim, he had hijacked Deana's shower, then run away. That was when he didn't know Deana wanted the very thing he had spent the last four years denying himself. He wouldn't run away scared this time. "There's a spot on my back I can't reach."

Deana said, "Turn around."

His sister squirted an excessive quantity of the Dove body wash across his shoulders. She captured it under her hands and started spreading it. The smell was more feminine than he would have chosen, but it was creamy. It covered his skin like lotion. His sister's long slender fingers and delicate hands stirred up a lather that caught in his chest hair. She circled his shoulder blades and stroked up and down the center of his back. Her hands wrapped his neck, rotated as they moved up to his ears. She grasped his upper arms and tenderized the hard muscles. He was getting hard before a sexual thought crossed his mind.