Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 170

"Don't lie," she said and jumped on him. "You liked it, or you wouldn't have done it so long."

It would have been easy to sit up and get his sister off his stomach If he wanted to. Evan watched Gloria rise with his inhale. Her bra must have been with her panties. The weightiness of her quickly maturing breasts was accentuated by the large bumps poking up under her shirt. "You are growing up way too fast," he said. "Who's going to be my baby girl if you start acting all grown up?"

"Don't know, but you have to get used to it because it happened already and I like it," she said then stretched out on him. 'Get Mom to have another baby?"

"What if she doesn't want to have a baby?"

"She will," Gloria said and put her lips on his.

His sister tasted like bubblegum. Evan closed his eyes and put his hands where he'd wanted them since he slapped her butt. They felt at home on her ass. She started working her muscles, and he knew where this would end up if he didn't do the right thing. "Okay, you got the kiss I wasn't going to give you."

"Thank you. I love you." She wiggled down until her chin rested on his chest. "Can you stay here for a little while?"

His sister's smile and gleaming eyes were irresistible. He laid his hands across the small of her back. "You make an excellent blanket." Deana was right, his little sister had him wrapped around her pinky finger, and at that moment, he couldn't think of a better place to be.

"You make a better mattress," Gloria said and laid her head on his chest.

After a few minutes, Evan could tell his sister was nodding off. He was going to ease out from under her, but all he had to do was talk to Deana about Rebecca, and he was in no rush for that. Why not enjoy this special moment. There weren't going to be many more at the rate Gloria was going, so he relaxed.

Most dreams, no matter how bizarre they seem, are based in reality. Evan's had a few threads of that, but mostly it was based on fantasies that he'd never admit to. He was in an unfamiliar place, and Gloria was naked. Then his hands were moving on her

bodv. She was on top of him. He steered his fingers down her

"Don't lie," she said and jumped on him. "You liked it, or you wouldn't have done it so long."

It would have been easy to sit up and get his sister off his stomach If he wanted to. Evan watched Gloria rise with his inhale. Her bra must have been with her panties. The weightiness of her quickly maturing breasts was accentuated by the large bumps poking up under her shirt. "You are growing up way too fast," he said. "Who's going to be my baby girl if you start acting all grown up?"

"Don't know, but you have to get used to it because it happened already and I like it," she said then stretched out on him. 'Get Mom to have another baby?"

"What if she doesn't want to have a baby?"

"She will," Gloria said and put her lips on his.

His sister tasted like bubblegum. Evan closed his eyes and put his hands where he'd wanted them since he slapped her butt. They felt at home on her ass. She started working her muscles, and he knew where this would end up if he didn't do the right thing. "Okay, you got the kiss I wasn't going to give you."

"Thank you. I love you." She wiggled down until her chin rested on his chest. "Can you stay here for a little while?"

His sister's smile and gleaming eyes were irresistible. He laid his hands across the small of her back. "You make an excellent blanket." Deana was right, his little sister had him wrapped around her pinky finger, and at that moment, he couldn't think of a better place to be.

"You make a better mattress," Gloria said and laid her head on his chest.

After a few minutes, Evan could tell his sister was nodding off. He was going to ease out from under her, but all he had to do was talk to Deana about Rebecca, and he was in no rush for that. Why not enjoy this special moment. There weren't going to be many more at the rate Gloria was going, so he relaxed.

Most dreams, no matter how bizarre they seem, are based in reality. Evan's had a few threads of that, but mostly it was based on fantasies that he'd never admit to. He was in an unfamiliar place, and Gloria was naked. Then his hands were moving on her

bodv. She was on top of him. He steered his fingers down her

body. She was on top of him. He steered his fingers down her back, around the globes of her ass, and into the deep crevasse between them. He spread the giant, womanly flaps and stroked the smoldering inner meat. He circled the rim of her pussy tube, then pushed his finger into her without any effort. His sister's body was open and ready for his cock, but one of those weird time and location shifts happened in his pretend world. Evan found himself on top of Gloria's body, his cock ready to ram her pussy, she was begging to be filled, then the stark contrast with what his brain knew to be true caused everything to get scrambled up.

Gloria was back on top of him, looking at him with a sweet, naive girl's face. Her knees spurred his ribs and Evan thought she was riding a horse. Her hands were rising and falling with the reigns, but his sister's tits had morphed into large, jiggling melons with bright red nipples bulging like Peanut M&Ms. They were back in Gloria's room on her bed, the door opened, and they both looked in that direction. Evan sensed he should be concerned, but neither of them did anything to correct the situation. Gloria was sitting on his erection, grinding.

There was a voice that might have been his. 'No, we can't stop now. She's getting off. I can't stop while she's getting off." He turned back to his sister's naked body, humping his shaft.

Their mother reached the bed, smiled at them and sat down. Evan said, "We'll be finished in a minute."

Candy turned to where his cock was sandwiched under her daughter's pussy. She looked back at him and without emotion said, "I bet she fucks good. Don't get her pregnant."

"But, Mom, oh, I'm gonna, gonna, gonna..."

"Evan." The voice didn't belong in his dream, and it made him stop Gloria's body. He heard it again, "Evan."

The light hurt his eyes, so he closed them again, then opened them slowly. "Mom."

"I'm happy to see she still likes to cuddle," his mother said. "Won't be long and she'll be ignoring you. Just like Deana got too cool to cuddle with me."

"Mom." His eyes were opened wide with fear. His mother was

sitting as she had been in his dream, and her pants were the same gray slacks. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. She did, and I was going to leave, but guess-