Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 163

wait as long as you want. I love you."

Deana's eyes told him she knew what was going to happen, but she never looked away, not even when a burst of cum hit her throat. She smiled with satisfaction and continued to jerk his spurting dick. He looked down. White cream flew out of his cock, struck her brown skin, then ran down her body. Deana's puffy, pink nipples were thrust out by the changing shape of her tits. Her hands got slippery. She grabbed the base of his cock, pushed her thumbs into the underside and pulled them up to the head, milking his tube. The last of his orgasm bubbled from the slit and fell to Deana's pussy mound. She used her middle finger to smear it into the crease that wrapped around the front of her pubic bone. A spasm rolled through his body. "Ah, shit."

"Thank you, Evan.

He steadied his breathing. "For what?"

"For being patient. I love you, too." Deana's legs tightened, and he lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and covered his mouth with hers.

If he were going to cum inside her, she would have stopped them. That was the thought Candy consoled herself with. She was still breathing heavy, grasping her crotch. Evan had covered the front of his sister's body with his orgasm. Now, Deana clung to him with her arms and legs. Her brother's waning erection was just below her cum smeared pussy lips. Candy was twisted up emotionally, but mostly it was envy she felt. She never had the opportunity to experience those feelings of love and lust at their age. Their love had to be so powerful it hurt, and their youthful passion must have been consuming. By the time she was their age, Candy was the mother of three, two of the children she would have had to birth when she was eleven. She already had a man telling her what to do, fucking her when he wanted to, and showing love by giving her a place to live. She started crying, feeling more trapped and helpless than ever.

The next morning, Evan slept later than he had for as long as he could remember. It was possible he was more at peace than he'd been for years. He had closure. His mother was off limits, he could never love her the wrong way again. Deana knew his greatest secret, and it made her happy. His sister had taken all the pressure off. He knew they were in a holding pattern. What they were waiting for, he had no idea, but he knew Deana loved him and wanted him. Even if a relationship wasn't possible, that didn't mean they shouldn't enjoy their youth, while they had it. They would

always be there for each other, no matter what. That's how it had always be there for each other, no matter what. That's how it had been since they were in their mother's belly together.

When Evan got downstairs, Deana's door was still closed, so he assumed she was enjoying the same peace of mind and slept later than he had. Gloria's room was empty, and his mother and father's cars were gone. He knew where his father was, and he figured his mother took Gloria to softball practice or wherever. The idea of having the house to himself gave him a twinge in his groin. He looked forward to a time when he could walk around naked and have sex wherever and whenever he wanted. Dad's going to China, he thought, without questioning the sense of relief it gave him.

Evan couldn't remember how long the pizza had been in the refrigerator, but he ate it cold, anyway. After, he used the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Sure, he was thinking he might be kissing Deana soon.

When he came out of the bathroom, he stopped in the hallway. It was a windowless cave in the center of the house. He was standing where he had been the night he kissed his mother. She had kissed him back with the same hunger, hadn't she?

Deana called from her room, "Evan, come here. I need you."

A grin spread across his face. "What?" he asked while opening the door.

His sister was right there by the door. "You have to do something for me," she said and pulled him into her room. Rebecca was face down on the bed.

"What?" he asked again.

"Actually, Deana said, "it's for her, or to her, really, but it's for me."

"Huh?" He moved to the end of Deana's bed and tried not to make it obvious that he was checking out the tumbler's tight little ass.

"My friend here said it's impossible to get so excited from a massage that-

"Not without petting my kitty," Rebecca said.

"Whoa, hold on." Evan put up his hands. "You don't really want me to-"

"Oh, yes I do. I bet her she would, you know," Deana said.

"Where's mom?" he asked.

"She had something to do. Won't be back for awhile."

"Where'd she go?"

"Didn't say, but we got plenty of time to prove me right. You better prove me right."

"Prove you wrong, Rebecca said, "then you owe me ten bucks."

"You'll be the one handing over the cash," Deana said and slapped Rebecca's butt.

Rebecca twisted her head around with a smirk on her face. "Ooh. now that might do it, a good spanking, but there's no way a massage is gonna make it happen.'

Deana shook her head and rolled her eyes. "You lay there and keep quiet.

Evan looked from Deana to the tumbler's ass, then back. "Are you sure?"

"Do your best. I like to win."

He wondered if it would feel like cheating on his sister? Deana got the oil out of her cramped drawer, then moved close to Rebecca's face. "It might be weird using your mother's lotion." They both laughed, and Evan knew there was an inside joke that he wasn't in on.

"Shirt off, face down," Deana ordered. Rebecca removed her shirt and stuffed a pillow under her body without showing her tits. "Wait, lift up, Deana said and put that familiar beach towel under her friend.

He got a side view of the tumbler's chest. The reddish-brown nipple hung like a thimble from Rebecca's small tit. She arched her back and lifted her butt, but Deana stopped her from pushing her shorts down. "No need for that." Rebecca gave her the evil eye, but Deana ignored her and said, "Make her eat crow, Brother."

Rebecca started giggling. "I'd rather eat-"

Deana slapped her ass, again. "Zip it."

Evan followed his sister's gestures and got on the bed, then knelt over Rebecca's lower back. Deana came around the bed and knee walked over to him. He gave her a questioning look. Her smile was the answer he wanted, and he held out his hands, palms up. Deana squirted too much oil on them. The excess trickled onto Rebecca's back. Where were the hidden cameras? He waited for the girls to burst into laughter.

"What?" Deana asked.