Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 184

He watched her pour the water in her cup, fascinated by the transformation that had occurred.

When Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were leaving, they found the girls on the couch, Rebecca was lying across Deana's lap, her ass up like the middle of an inch worm. Deana saw them, but not in time to stop her hand. It cracked against Rebecca's right cheek.

Mr. Stevens smiled and said, "You'll just hurt your hand; her backside is as hard as her head."

Rebecca huffed. "Thanks, Dad."

Mrs. Stevens said, "He's right, spanking you never worked."

Deana was glad they saw it as fun and games. That was until Rebecca's mother poked her head back in the house and said, "Maybe if you pull her pants down you might be able to teach her a lesson, then she left.

Rebecca twisted around and said, "Nah, that never worked either, but I don't mind if you try." She shoved her ass up again.

Deana lowered the stretchy pants in bite-size increments until the tumbler's butt was fully exposed, then she grabbed the excessive mound of pussy that was bulging between Rebecca's thighs. "I got a better idea," she said and pulled Rebecca's vibrator out from between the cushions. "Me and Henry are gonna fuck you up now!"

Evan was in a Gloria-Candy sandwich on the couch. He had waited impatiently through a spaghetti and meatballs dinner to hear what his mother had to say. He sensed there was more to, "T made a mistake, a huge mistake,' than the racing thing. His growing curiosity was becoming a painful need to know, but it wasn't the right time to ask, so he did his best to enjoy the moment.

It had been so long since they had watched TV together. They used to do it all the time. Evan could remember being curled up next to Candy, snuggling. Then, little by little, his father had built that box, her prison, and it shut Evan out. Now, sitting with Candy, having her leaning against him, he felt all the tiny increments of painful loss as one. He wanted to hug her, squeeze her, and tell her how much he had missed her, but it wasn't the right time for that, either. Candy had to speak first..

Once Gloria had fallen asleep, Candy started talking about her childhood and his; and their lives together in the early days, the good ole days, when she was just their babysitter. She opened up to him and unpeeled layers of mystery. She had never spoken so freely about his mother, Sandra, and it became obvious how much Candy had looked up to Sandra and how much she loved her and missed her.

"My mother wasn't there for me, especially after my father died. She was a drunk, Candy said.

All of the respect and awe Evan had for Candy, was magnified, and he started falling in love with her anew. He could have spent the night on the couch listening to her, looking at her and asking questions, but Candy told him it was getting late and they could talk more another time. Evan was disappointed. He still didn't understand why she thought it was her fault.

Your mother gave me a camera for my birthday, and I used it to take tons of pictures. I'll get you those pictures and all the other pictures I had, then I'll answer any more of your questions." She squeezed his leg and kissed his cheek. "My sister has them. She said she would find them. 111 get them from her."

Evan said, "You don't talk to your sister, do you?"

"I didn't, but saw her. She moved back here from California, and I saw her." Candy's eyes glistened.

"You missed her,' he said.

"Yes, Honey, yes did. A tear escaped from each eye and trickled down her cheeks.

Evan got up, took Candy's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Thank you for talking. I love you."

"Sorry I waited so long.

"I know, Dad-Whatever." He looked at his sister sprawled on the couch. "I'll get her."

Evan picked Gloria up. Her limp body was hot against his. He hoisted her and crossed his arms under her rump. Her head rested on his shoulder and her legs dangled in front of his. She grunted and wrapped her arms around his neck.