Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 164

"What?" Deana asked.

Evan shrugged and said, "Nothing," then he lowered his crotch until it rested lightly on Rebecca's butt. "Here goes." He flipped his hands over on her shoulder blades. Deana collected Rebecca's hair and dropped it on the back of her head. It hung like curtains on the sides of her head. Rebecca's skin was drawn tight over her muscles. She pressed her forehead into the bed and lifted her shoulders as his fingers wrapped around them. Two lines of muscle rose from the base of her skull and ran down into her back. He stroked them. The gymnast was solid to the core. Thanks to Jason, he pictured her in a handstand, her body forming a capital Y

Deana stuck her face in front of his and gave him a steamy kiss. Rebecca hadn't seen his sister's expression of love, but it still marked another milestone in their evolving relationship.

The drive to Sally's house wasn't long in miles, but it took Candy through years in her mind, and if it weren't for GPS, she never would have found it. The twisting maze of country roads had taken her into a rural area, better described as deserted. The house was buried in a pine tree forest. Was her sister in hiding?

Candy's nav-system said, "Your destination is on the right." Candy continued going straight.

One mile down County Road 78, Candy turned off on a dirt road and stopped. She was nervous. She didn't know where Sally had been, what she had been doing, when or why she came back, or why Sally wouldn't call or give her phone number to Tonya. Mostly, Candy was afraid that her big sister hadn't changed. If Tonya had seen through the facade and tried to make her see the truth, what would Sally do to her? Now, Candy regretted not bringing Gloria. That would have given her the advantage. The reunion would be lighthearted and happy. Sally would see how perfect Gloria was and know she had been wrong. Candy had done the right thing for her daughter. What if Sally was still angry?

Forget about it, it was a bad idea, Candy thought. Even if she told

her sister what was happening, how was Sally going to help her?

Candy considered going home, but she'd have to face Evan and Deana, knowing their secret, and there was her secret with Evan, too. Be strong, act like an adult, she told herself and put the car in reverse.

Deana added two lines of oil down Rebecca's back. Evan waited until droplets threatened to fall to the towel before he started spreading it out. The muscles that carried the gymnast through her cartwheels and back flips rippled and glistened under the slippery liquid. It sure would be fun watching the tumbling triplets doing their routines, naked and oiled.

"Mm, not bad, but it'll take a lot more than that," Rebecca said.

"You just wait, your panties are gonna be soaked," Deana said.

"Ooh, I'm not wearing any."

Evan had peeked at Rebecca's panties, plenty, and she had blatantly flashed her pussy the day he made out with Deana in the car. Now, he remembered how excited it got him. This was going to fun. His fingers strummed Rebecca's ribs, then darted under her body, poking the sides of her breasts. The tumbler tightened and loosened her ass muscles under his balls. He glanced at his sister. She hadn't noticed his reaction. He hoped the same could be said for the growing bulge in his shorts.

"Ah, that's good." Rebecca's purring vibrated into his hands. "You're getting warm, keep going."

In his peripheral vision, Evan caught Deana's grin. It relaxed him further. His sister wasn't joking, she wanted him to make the tumbler cum. He grabbed Rebecca's middle and realized how tiny the girl's waist was. His thumbs were kneading the rows of muscle on each side of her spine, and his fingertips reached all the way around to her stomach. Rebecca flexed her ass muscles repeatedly. He pushed his crotch against her taunting, and ground the heels of his hands into her lower back, then pumped up and down. Each thrust increased in length and intensity. The little wild cat was getting excited, he felt it.

"Ah, I might be getting a little wet."

"Just wait," Deana said. Her expression was telling.

The elastic band of Rebecca's shorts stopped his downward progress, so Evan rotated his hands around the tops of her hips. His fingertips tucked in between the towel in her body. Rebecca sucked in her stomach. He shoved his hands further underneath

her body, pushing the front of her shorts down. Her back tightened,

and he felt her ass lift. The little freak wanted him to keep going, and he wanted to see how far he could get before one of them said he was breaking the rules.

He whispered, "I have to do your butt now. His choice of words was directly related to the location of his erect cock.

"That's what I was thinking," Rebecca sald.

Deana surprised him and said, "Pull them down," but before her words registered in Evan's brain, his sister grabbed Rebecca's shorts and yanked them down.

The tumbler's ass was petite, sculpted perfection. It was his Summer Olympic's dream come true. The girl's butt was tan except for a shoestring of pale skin that screamed, slutty thong. He wanted to catch the little exhibitionist in whatever bathing suit she wore while getting that tan line. It was barely wide enough to conceal the dime sized anus that was prominently displayed between Rebecca's cheeks. No chance Rebecca was the girl in the handstand video, not with that tight hole.

Deana doused Rebecca's ass with oil. Her glutes bulged high on the crests of each cheek, then flattened out. No wonder his balls had enjoyed being in that groove. He settled his hands firmly on Rebecca's ass and squeezed. It flexed and squirmed in his grasp. His throbbing cock would be so happy sliding through that muscled valley.

Did they really think he could avoid touching that? For such a skinny girl, she had a whole lot of pussy. It was right there below her asshole. The pillow was forcing the meaty twat out from under Rebecca's groin. Jeez, this wasn't going to be easy.

Evan sat on his haunches between Rebecca's legs, tenderizing the girl's exquisite ass with his fingers. His thumbs swept between her cheeks, riding the walls of her ass cleavage like a surfer on a wave. He skirted the edges of the brown ring, but Rebecca shifted, and he hit her bullseye. The puckered skin smoothed out under his press. It was slippery like silk on silk. Nobody cried foul, so he continued circling her asshole, increasing the pressure with each revolution. It yawned and begged for more. His penis was painfully stiff, trapped in his shorts.

Deana got behind him and dug her chin into the top of his shoulder. She was looking at her friend's ass from his point of view. "You're a bad boy,' she whispered then grabbed his earlobe with her teeth. "Shh," she warned before grabbing the front of his shorts. He lifted up, and his sister freed his erection. "Don't stop,

shorts. He lifted up, and his sister freed his erection. "Don't stop, keep going." She pointed at Rebecca's ass.

Evan gulped and continued working on Rebecca. The wedges of pussy meat squished under his thumbs. Deana's olled hand wrapped around his throbbing knob and twisted. He turned his head right, then left but couldn't see Deana's face. Her fist plunged down his shaft. If Rebecca wasn't so vocal about her pleasure, she would have heard his groan. He bit his lip and watched Deana's hand stroke. Maybe she wanted him to fuck the tumbler, but what was Rebecca expecting?

He reached under Rebecca's groin and moved his finger sideways until he found her slit, then he followed it. Deana's body rammed his back each time her hand plunged down his cock. Rebecca's pussy channel was deep and he used it to coat his finger with her juices. Now, it was obvious they hadn't expected him not to touch, but did his sister want him to cover the tumbler with his lotion? He turned back and raised his brows. "Dee?"

"I know," Deana said, "it's so hard. She cupped his balls with her other hand and bit his neck.

Rebecca didn't know or didn't care what his sister was doing to him. He was flicking her clit. She was humping and grinding on his hand. The sight of his cock with Rebecca's undulating body as a backdrop, made him want to fuck her more than ever. He spread her lips, found the mouth of her pussy and teased it. Rebecca bucked, and his middle finger plunged into her body. She cried out, "Oh, fuck, yeah." Her feet thumped the bed.

Deana encouraged him to go faster, and she did the same. Her hand jerked frantically while he fired his finger into the tumbler's thrashing body. Rebecca's screams were muffled by the bed, but still loud. Her tube was flooded with readiness, but his sister didn't guide his dick to it. Instead, Deana wrapped both fists around his cock and pumped it with determination. He thrust in rhythm with her downward strokes. His sister knew what happened yesterday, but was her friend expecting a coating of his special massage cream?

Rebecca kicked the mattress like a swimmer. Evan shivered, jerked, then stiffened. In slow motion, a stream of white flew in a high arc and splatted between Rebecca's shoulder blades. "Oh, my God," Deana said. "Wow, that's crazy His jerking cock jettisoned another blast of cum onto her friend's lower back, then again on her ass. A gob rolled into the valley toward her anus. Deana pressed her finger on it and smeared it over the puckered ring.