Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 185

and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Good night," Candy whispered and kissed Gloria's forehead. "Good night, Evan, I love you."

Evan faced his mother with Gloria between them. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers, looking into Candy's eyes. "Good night," he whispered and slowly moved back, his intense stare unwavering. It was right there in his mother's eyes, written on her face, and it flowed into him with absolute clarity. There was no doubt in Evan's mind that it was the truth. If they ever kissed again, they wouldn't be able to stop. He wasn't afraid of his father anymore, and making love to that man's wife didn't bother him, but Evan was scared. He wasn't afraid of sex with her, he wanted his Candy as much as he had ever wanted her. The fear stemmed from something he knew, but it was a knowing that hadn't yet come to Its fullness.

Without another word, Evan and Candy went in opposite directions, Candy through the kitchen and Evan toward Gloria's bedroom. When he reached her door, he paused, then continued down the hallway, up the stairs, and into his room. He tucked Gloria in his bed, Fuck you, Dad.

Rebecca needed to turn on the ceiling fan and turn off the overhead light, but she wasn't ready to cast Deana's naked body into darkness. Deana had fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation, after two hours of illicit sex. Now, the italian goddess was smiling contently in a REM state. Rebecca wanted to touch her twitching lips and read Deana's thoughts.

The first time she noticed Deana's lips or wondered what the small lumps on her chest felt like, being bisexual, gay, lesbian or whatever weren't things she thought about. Maybe she didn't even know about them back then. By the time Deana kissed her on the front lawn, Rebecca was sure she was bisexual, and she wanted Evan and Deana. Sure, part of it was the taboo of a threesome with twins, but she had feelings for Evan, always had. What happened?

She hadn't anticipated or been prepared for this. They had loved each other since they were little girls, and she had wanted to kiss Deana for years, but now she was in love with her. Not strong feelings or a crush, it was a feeling so powerful it could make her smile when she was sad, laugh when she was mad or cry when she was climaxing. Being away from Deana for a day made her uncomfortable. After two days, it hurt her heart. Would she be able

to share her lover?

Before Deana fell asleep, she told Rebecca she was ready, she was going to let her brother take her virginity. For some reason, it had become more urgent, and Deana wanted it to happen before her father came back. Rebecca thought something was amiss in Deana's world, but it might have been jealousy clouding her judgment. If she didn't love Deana so completely, she would have tried to talk her out of it. Then again, fucking Evan was still something she wanted to do, while Deana watched.

Deana's body jerked, and she murmured. Rebecca wished she could climb inside Deana's dream and see if it was her or Evan that was making Deana smiled contently. Fuck the light, she thought, and laid half of her body on Deana's and snuggled with her girlfriend. Deana's crotch warmed her thigh. "Baby, I didn't mean to fall in love with you, but I did."

When the teenager trapped in the twenty-seven-year-old woman's body reached the bedroom, she stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, seeing herself for the first time since she donned the silly outfit. If Candy had taken a good look at herself before she left the bedroom earlier, she wouldn't have had the courage to face Evan looking like a slutty school girl, but she was glad she had.

Candy put her hand on her stomach, circled her belly button with the tip of her finger and grabbed the lip of skin at the bottom, imagining a gold shaft with a diamond head. Her husband would go ballistic if he found her sporting a belly button ring when he returned from China. She smiled and thought about all that could change while he was away. The potential was intoxicating, but in a traumatizing way, like losing your cherry, you can never undo it.

She pinched her nipples so hard it made her devilish smirk turn into a grimace. When she released them, they throbbed and plumped, A ridge formed across her shirt from one swollen bud to the other. She remembered her stepson's eyes constantly darting to her chest. He had stared at her ass when she walked away from him, too. Miss Tonya was right; she still had it. Why didn't it work on John anymore?

Evan hadn't stopped paying attention to her for one second, and he had hung on her every word. She leaned against him on the couch, the way he used to huddle up against her when they watched TV Back then, when she imagined the future, it looked like it had been tonight. Evan and her together, in love, making love and making a baby. Her stepson had awoken all those old hopes and dreams along with the passions and desires she had been denying and stuffing for years.

Candy's mind tingled with excitement. She felt like a kid sneaking around behind her parent's backs, hiding some secret or doing a naughty thing. If she continued down the path she was on, there would be so much naughty to hide. There would be mind blowing passion, love making that would rock her world like never before. She could go back in time and fall in love like a teenager, and they could make a baby.

The problem was, Candy couldn't throw caution to the wind and get swept up in a sandstorm of youthful lust. Sure, it would be exciting, supercharged with fear, but she understood the potential for serious harm. There was life-threatening danger involved. Could she take that chance?

Deana's dream was incredibly lifelike, but it lacked the fears that accompany real life. So what if she was naked in the middle of a plush, green carpet of grass. Who cared if the warm oil that flowed over her sensitive flesh spilled on the satin blanket? Evan was massaging her. Somehow, his hands were touching her everywhere at the same time. He was saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you." It was heaven.

Her brother was naked and his giant erection pointed at the sky. She knew he was going to take her virginity, but it didn't matter that the birth control might not be working yet, if it hurt or if their mother ran to them, screaming, "Stop, stop..." The only thing she cared about was that Evan would be the one.

His cock head smeared the warm, slippery fluid up and down her pulsing folds of pink flesh, taunting her unprepared hole. She smiled at Rebecca when she realized her best friend and lover was looking over Evan's shoulder. Rebecca's knowing expression reminded Deana that she had revealed her biggest secret. They both knew that once her brother pushed his cock inside her body, her greatest fear would lose its power.

The knob of her brother's dick was on the brink of crushing the last wave of resistance, and a blackbird screeched. Deana's breathing stopped, and her eyes popped open. It wasn't a bird, it was her internal alarm system, alerting her that she had waited too long. This was it, the time her father would finally do the unthinkable.

It wasn't the floorboard, or her door, or her father. Deana's heart started beating again. She shielded her eyes against the ceiling light and squinted. Mrs. Stevens was standing there. Deana remembered where she was but couldn't form a coherent thought, so she didn't speak. Rebecca's mother pointed at the light switch,

and Deana nodded. Darkness flickered like a black screen being waved in front of her face, but before Mrs. Stevens finished closing the door, Deana's eyes used the light coming from behind the woman to snap a blurry picture of her surroundings. No wonder Rebecca's mother had that look on her face.

Deana decided not to tell Rebecca until morning, so she gently covered their naked, intertwined bodies with the sheet. She wasn't nearly as embarrassed as the last time their affair had been discovered.