Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 162

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.

Deana started on his lats, triceps and under his arms. It should have tickled and made him pull away, but her touch was sensual. Deana's hands slowly slid down to his hips, then to his ass. His cock surged with stiffness. He looked down, anticipating Deana's next move. Her hands crisscrossed his groin. Her knuckles bumped his bowed shaft. He stiffened with the expectation, remembering how she had lifted and rolled his balls the night before. He wanted those soapy hands wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down. Evan groaned when she continued up to his stomach.

Her body pressed against his back like a giant satin washcloth. Her fingertips swirled in his chest hair. One of her legs lifted and her inner thigh slid up the outside of his leg. Her foot came around the front, went between his legs and grabbed the back of his calf. Her leg was twisted around his like a climbing vine. His testicles were buzzing, and his erection throbbed painfully.

Evan tumed Deana around, got behind her and smashed his body against hers. His emotions were so powerful he had to temper his hug, or he'd crush his sister. Her body rose and fell with each of his deep breaths. The globes of Deana's ass lathered his ridged shaft and tight ball sack. He palmed her right tit with his left hand and her pubic mound with the right. Deana forced her head back and arched her body. Only her toes touched the tub. He tried to capture a silky tit crown with a pinch. A moan vibrated from deep in Deana's throat.

The motion of Evan's hips had been barely perceivable when it started and completely involuntary. Now, he was lifting his sister. hunching and sliding his cock and balls between her ass cheeks. Deana was pushing her butt back in rhythm and tightening her Deana was pushing her butt back in rhythm and tightening her glutes on his upward thrusts.

Evan wasn't completely blind with lust, nor had their passion erased his conscience, but all those fears of having his love discovered by his sister were gone. Deana wanted him to be her first. He was ready to pour all of his love into her, and give her what she asked for.

He grasped her crotch bone, tightened his arm around her chest and picked her up. When he lowered her his cock head coursed through her groove, opening her pussy lips like a zipper. He pulled back and thrust again. Her hot, wet flesh coated his dick with her readiness. His finger snapped across her clit. Deana squirmed. He grunted and tried again. The crown of his prick speared the rim of her pussy. His sister whimpered. The bulb of his cock plowed the trough flesh. Deana grabbed his dick and held it tight. He could feel his shaft crushing into her wet velvety flesh, but she wouldn't let him move.

"What, Dee, what is it?"

"Don't hate me, please." She huffed several times. "I'm not ready.

Maybe willpower was a mental muscle like Candy had read somewhere. Hers could be exhausted by now. It took all she had to get into the kitchen to meet Evan. Then she had to force those wards out of her mouth. Evan's face had shown disappointment and relief, so he must have believed her. Wasn't that enough? Yes, Candy thought, I deserve this. She double clicked the icon she had been staring at for ten minutes. So much for the promises she'd made herself.

A window popped up on the screen. Evan was already behind the shower curtain, and steam billowed over the top. Candy sighed with disappointment, but that didn't stop her from watching. She was getting warm and moist between her legs.

The fog thickened while the shower went on longer than Candy wanted to walt. Then, without shoving the curtain across the bar or turning off the water, her stepson emerged. Candy leaned close, wishing the mist on the lens wasn't clouding her view. The teenager's fully erect cock, swinging side-to-side, gave her a hot flash and her pussy lips moistened. Evan grabbed a towel. Why didn't he turn off the water?

Candy gasped when Deana pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the tub. The girl's body was exquisite with glistening beads

running down her dark skin. Candy felt her heartbeat pulsing in her running down her dark skin. Candy felt her heartbeat puising in her nipples. She was trapped in a vow of silence that could only be broken by exposing her crime. Would telling on herself make her well? There was only one person who wouldn't judge her and find her guilty of a grievous breach of parental responsibility. She would have to remain as sick as her secrets, unless.....

Deana sat on the counter with her head hung. "You mad? You think I'm a cock tease?"

Evan said, "No," and faced his sister. His cock was as stiff as it had been when he tried to ram it into her. "Did you change your mind? You don't want me to be-"

"No, no haven't. You're the only one want it to be. want to."

"You scared?"

Deana hooked her feet behind his thighs. He shuffled forward, between her parted knees. "No."

"What's wrong, then?"

"We-I need time." Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands, one after the other, slipped over his pulsing knob.

"Why?" He watched his sister gently tug on his cock.

"I can explain." The speed and the length of her strokes increased.

"Dee, if you keep doing that-"

I know. I want to watch it. See it happen."

"It's gonna be messy."

"I don't care."

"You will."

"This is how I want it to be, like this." She stared at him. "Not sitting, but you between my legs, looking down at me. I want to see your face when you go inside me. I wanna look into your eyes while it's happening, feel you the way we used to feel each other before fear came between us."

Visions of Deana's body under him filled Evan's mind. He started rocking, pumping his erection through his sister's fists. "Dee, III wait as long as you want. I love you."