Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 165

Rebecca screamed, 'Fuck, fuck, oh fuck." Her muscles rippled, and her body bounced up and down. She was a wildcat when she came.

Deana bent his oozing cock down until his inflamed dome touched Rebecca's asshole, then she whispered, "Think it would fit?"

"Jeez." He leaned back on his sister and pulled his shorts up. "You're bad."

Deana laughed. "Enjoy it?" He nodded.

Rebecca lifted her head and said, "You broke the rules," then her head dropped.

Deana wrapped her arms around his chest and squeezed him too hard. "You complaining?" He shook his head.

"Hell no," Rebecca said. "Fuck, I came three times, once before you let him finger me."

"Good, you need a shower," Deana said. "You're all slimy, so don't roll over on my bed."

"You coming with me?" Rebecca asked. "I might need help washing my back."

Evan refused to think about them showering together. He had enough to process already. "Have fun," he said and got off the bed. Life at his house sure was going to be different now.

The second the bathroom door closed, Rebecca pinned Deana against the sink cabinet. The look on her face asked the question, and the stupid grin on Deana's answered, but Rebecca asked anyway, "Did you seriously just jerk your brother off on me...in front of me?"

Deana kept grinning and nodded.

"I thought you didn't want him to know that I knew?"

"I don't, not yet," Deana said. "I'm sorry about-"

"No, no, don't be sorry, Rebecca said. "Thank you, thank you."

"For what?"

"God, first, for letting me be there while you did it." Rebecca grabbed the sides of Deana's face and pulled her into a kiss.

grabbed the sides of Deana's face and pulled her into a kiss. "Second, for letting him do that to me. It was intense, but I think he knows now. You made him squirt all over my back."

"You acted like you didn't notice," Deana said. "He figured you were too busy screaming and flopping like a fish to notice. Then I smeared it like lotion."

"Mm, it started getting crusty. You have to wash it off. Oh, next time, don't tease, put it in."

"Are you crazy? My finger barely fits."

"At least try," Rebecca said and pulled Deana towards the tub. "You'd be surprised what fits in there."

Deana shook her head and turned on the shower. "Come on. We have to hurry. My mother could be home soon."

At age sixteen, Sally was built like a brick shit house. Nothing had changed. When the door opened, Candy saw her sister's chest first, then Sally's face. It had changed, Sally was gorgeous now. Candy gulped, searching for words. Sally pulled her into a hug. Her sister's body was like a warm blanket on a cold rainy day. Some of Candy's anxiety melted away.

Candy pulled in air when Sally's arms loosened, then tried to speak again, but Sally kissed her and crushed her and another hug. "Baby girl, look at you, all grown up. You're beautiful, still beautiful. Come in," Sally said. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

The door closed behind her and Candy scanned the room. From the outside, the house looked rustic, but the inside was eclectic, or in her opinion, expensive, like the Mercedes-Benz sports coupe in the driveway, and Sally's clothes. She wasn't a poor trailer park girl anymore.

"Sally, oh, Sally, I can't believe you're here. Candy was the one crushing her sister in a hug this time. All her hurts and questions were forgotten for the moment.

When the hugging was finished, Candy followed her sister into the living room. The woman's forty inch hips needed a sound-effect, "Boom, boom, boom." The sisters stopped by the six-thousand dollar leather sectional. Sally offered a house tour, but Candy couldn't even fake interest, so Sally pointed towards each part of the house and said a few words about it. Candy didn't pay much

attention. She couldn't look away from her sister. Sally's hair wasn't

as red. and neither were her freckles, but her eves were the same brilliant blue. "Sally, you're gorgeous."

"Yeah, thanks, guess it was the ugly duckling syndrome after all."

"You never were ugly, but your features blossomed. You remind me of that swimsuit model, um, Dicker, I think that's her name."

Sally looked down at her huge chest. "Really?"

"Well, some things didn't change," Candy said. "Did you come back to rub your beauty in the faces of all the jerks who were mean to you?"

"No, although that might be fun, it's not why I came back."

"Are you hiding from someone?"

"No, why?"

"This place isn't easy to find."

"That's good" Sally said, "I like it that way."

There was an awkward pause. Candy knew the small talk was over. "Sally, where have you been?"

"You don't know...know anything?"

Candy didn't understand her sister's surprise. "No, nothing. You left, left me and never even called. I didn't know anything. You could have been dead. I was worried."

Sally blew out through pursed lips. 'Phew, I didn't leave you, Candy, I left here. I had to get away from here."

Candy had always blamed herself for how things turned out with her family. "You didn't say goodbye."

"I couldn't," Sally said. "I wanted to take you with me, but you would have tried to stop me. I'm sorry."

Candy felt her cheeks burning. "You never asked me to go. Why didn't you ask."

"You wouldn't have. You know how it was," Sally said. "You never would have left those kids. You loved them too much, especially Evan. You knew-You thought they needed you. You wouldn't have listened. You didn't listen to me."