Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 201

Candy already had a bit of a buzz, but she wasn't sure it was from the alcohol. Sally didn't wait for an answer, she handed Candy a fresh glass of wine and sat next to her. "You are a light-weight, aren't you?"

"I never, um, rarely drink," Candy said. John never let her drink at home, and when they went out with his friends, she only had one drink, if she was lucky.

"Drink what you want," Sally said. "With a body like mine, can. handle a whole bottle by myself, no problem."

Candy thought, bigger, better, faster. Sally was definitely bigger, and she looked better than Candy remembered. "You have been taking care of yourself."

"Mm, maybe, lately." Sally stood up, reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra. Candy watched her sister's tits drop. Her nipples expanded as they slid down and away from each other. "What about you?"

Sally asked. "You've been going around in circles. What was it you wanted to talk about tonight?"

Now, Candy wasn't sure she wanted to confess, so she tried changing the subject. "Didn't that hurt?" She pointed at the outline of the loop under Sally's right nipple.

Sally revealed her stomach and said, "Not as much is this. I bied like a stuck pig. She rolled the belly button ring between her fingers.

"My God, your abs are ripped, How much do you work out?"

"With all this extra weight, Sally rotated her torso quickly, swinging her tits side-to-side, 'crunches give me a helluva workout." She sat down sideways, facing Candy.

"Amazing, you're amazing."

"You too, little sister, but what is it you really wanted to talk about?"

"The pictures, did you have any luck with the pictures?'

"I did, I'll have them next time you come over, but bring Gloria, please."

"I will."

Sally put her hand on top of Candy's. "What's bothering you?"

Her sister could always see through her. Candy gulped her wine, put the glass on the end table, pushed her head back into the couch, and sighed. "I did something bad. You're the only person I can tell...who understands me. I think you do. Nobody has ever known me the way you did."

"I know," Sally said and squeezed her hand. "You can tell me anything. I'm in no position to judge."

"I'm ashamed of myself"

"Candy, it's me, your big sister."

"I spied on my kids. I put a spy camera in his-their bathroom. I watched them."

"Candy, you're a voyeur, you always were. Did you think you could flip a switch by getting married and who you are would go away?"

"I'm his mother. Mothers, grown-ups, don't do that kind of stuff."

"You're wrong, Candy."

"No, am, I'm their mother."

"You're not a grown-up. Grown-ups have to go through the process of growing up. You got a baby, a husband, and house, then you expected to know how to be an adult. That's what you did. You went from teenager to mother of three. He expected you to be an instant replacement for Sandra. Did you know Sandra had great parents, a good upbringing, and an education? Did you know she studied psychology? You had a fucked up sister who taught you about sex and a drunk for a mother."

Sally was right, but that made Candy feel worse. "Sally, I slept with him, my stepson, I had sex with him, today."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I'm a married woman...married!"

"Do you love him?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter, I'm married."

"Evan, do you love him?"

"It doesn't matter, Sally, I'm married to his father."