Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 169

"No, no it wasn't. Candy, don't think that. Mom had a drinking problem long before you knew about it. When Dad died, she couldn't be helped. She didn't want help. That wasn't our fault. We couldn't have done anything even if we had been there. God knows, Bobby tried."

"Thank you, I needed to hear that."

"I'll find it for you, and I'll be waiting for your call."

When Evan got home from Jason's house, he was surprised that his mother still wasn't home. He got out of the car and walked between the porch and the garage, into the backyard. It used to be a huge playground where he could use his imagination and occupy himself for hours. It took years for the lawn to reclaim the large oval that had been his first pretend race track. His father used to gripe about it, demanding he at least try to ride his bike around in a different size circle. Obviously, his father didn't understand how important hitting your marks was if you wanted good lap times. Deana used to keep time for him, but only for an hour, then she wanted him to play one of her games. He rarely did.

Evan picked up a rock and threw it at the fence. It dented the red cedar. That would have pissed his father off. He grabbed another stone from around the shrubs and fired it, aiming at the same slat. It struck one over, and a divot of wood pulp hung below the score. Being destructive had to be in a boy's nature. Candy understood that because she would stop him, but never react like his father. How many times had he seen her take up for him?

He quivered with the release of energy and the third rock ripped a deep gouge in the fence.

In the house, Evan was on his way to Deana's room when he got distracted by Gloria. She was laying diagonally across her bed; face down, propped up on her elbows. Her blonde hair was strewn across her back and shoulders. Her feet were drawn up to her backside, toes curled. She was staring at a drawing pad. It was easy for him to get to the corner of the bed, undetected.

When Gloria brought the pencil to the page, her legs straightened and her butt tightened. Evan considered tickling her feet, but his eyes wandered up her legs, stopping at the edge of her shorts. The skin between her thighs was a pale beckon, drawing attention to the plump wedges that were pushed apart by the tight gray material. It was a reminder of the night he'd stared at Candy's

pussy in the red panties. Deana was right: he was a pervert.

pussy in the red panties. Deana was right; he was a pervert.

The only sound was the scritch-scritch-scritching of pencil on paper. Gloria dug her toes into the bed, and the tendons at her crotch bowed. He straddled the corner of the bed and leaned over. Gloria jerked and quickly covered her pad.

"No peeking."

An eighth of an inch in either direction and the narrow strip of fabric wouldn't have been hiding her pussy lips anymore. He really did want to see it again, but not the way he saw it last time, smashed on his erection. That had been traumatizing.

"Pleeease." He landed on is side next to her and leaned against her body.

"No, it's not finished." She flipped the cover closed. "It's bad luck."

"What?"

"It's like if I was a bride in my dress, you can't see my drawing when it's not finished. That's bad luck."

Evan smiled and put his leg over hers. "Who says?"

"I says, that's who," Gloria's blue eyes twinkled. "Unless."

"No, let's not go there, again." He lifted the elastic waistband and snapped it on her back. He hadn't expected to see the white hills of her bare ass. Jeez, doesn't anybody wear underwear? He gave in to the temptation and raised his hand. Gloria anticipated the slap, and his palm connected with the solid left sphere of her rump. His fingertips lodged in her ass cleavage. His sister's muscles relaxed, and the playful whack turned into a grope. The giri was well on her way to a full-fledged badonkadonk

"Go where?" Gloria asked with a smirk.

He pulled his hand away, rolled on his back and sighed. "You know what I'm talking about. Last time you bribed me, then tried to get more than I agreed to."

His sister sat up and frowned at him. "I didn't ask for anything you wouldn't have enjoyed doing, and today I only want another kiss. You said the last one was good, so figured-"

"I said it wasn't a bad kiss, meaning you kiss good, not I want to kiss you more."