Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 211

Evan's mouth opened, but nothing came out. What was there to say? She was right.

"Evan, you didn't do anything wrong." She reached for him, but her hands stopped and hung awkwardly between them. "We can't stand here like this. One of the girls might come home. We'll talk later, okay?"

Candy didn't wait for a response, she started walking toward her room. Evan stood there for a minute, then he turned in a circle, thinking about what his father always said before a trip, "You're the man of the house while I'm gone. You take care of the women."

Deana adjusted her bikini bottoms, turned and pushed her butt back; then she pulled up the sundress she borrowed from Rebecca, and said, "Mom, do you think I need a new bathing suit?"

Rebecca smiled and said, "Mm, you'll either get money for a new one, or you'll make her jealous."

Deana faked a chuckle, thinking about Candy's butt in those jeans. Part of her hoped her mother would be envious. "Yeah, right, you have never seen Candy in tight jeans."

"Candy?" Rebecca said.

"Oops, you know what meant."

"I like Candy, Rebecca said, "it's a sexy name that fits her."

"I agree, but my father-l better not get in the habit of using the babysitter's name."

Rebecca looked at her funny then finally said, "Come on, my mom will drive you home. I'm going back to bed. You wore me out."

"Mel"

Rebecca giggled and ran out of the room. "Come on."

Evan's body was still buzzing with post orgasm jitters when he reached the hallway outside his sister's rooms. He stopped and stared at Deana's empty bed. The only sound was his breathing and a groan from the floorboards. It was good that Deana wasn't home. That meant he could get some sleep before telling her about the fight. He whispered, "I just had sex with mom in the kitchen." Jeez, I won't be saying that out loud again.

When Evan reached his room, he undressed and threw his shorts at the wall the same way he had thrown his towel the night he didn't get to have Candy. He got in bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Candy, the babysitter, his first true love, and his stepmother.

Candy, the babysitter, had become the person Evan most associated with as a mother figure. Could he live without a mother, again? He imagined his hands on her tits, his lips on her neck, and the fire between her legs, and wondered, did it have to be one or the other, Mom or Candy? Couldn't he love her both ways? He could slide seamlessly from role to role, son to lover and back. Why not, she had been his true love, first. Hadn't she?

He loved Candy, and he loved Deana and Gloria. "Oh, fuck me, I'm fucked," Evan said and closed his eyes.

When Deana got home, she was surprised to see Evan's car. He was supposed to be at Jason's. It made her uneasy. She wouldn't be able to show Candy her ass if he was there. That was what she wanted to do, wasn't it? She wanted to let her mother know that she had ass, too. It was stupid being envious of her mother's body, and it was worse being jealous about a secret affair that Candy and Evan might be having. It was most likely just her wild imagination. Deana huffed, frustrated with her feelings. It was ridiculous thinking about Evan and Candy together. And if they were fucking, she should be happy for both of them, especially now that she wasn't going to have sex with Evan.

Grow up, Deana told herself, then she dropped her overnight bag on the kitchen floor and headed to Candy's room.

The bedroom door was closed, so Deana did her usual rap-tap-tap, then listened. When she heard, "Come in," she opened the door, ready to impress her mother with what Rebecca referred to as an ass to die for. "Ma-" Her mother's tits silenced her.

Candy was standing there in one of her father's shirts. Deana gasped, trying to apologize and retreat. Her mother's chest appeared bigger without a bra. Her breasts didn't hang like Deana's thought they might. They rested on her body, swelled at the bottom of each globe and bulged at her sides, holding the shirt open. Her nipples were huge.

After what seemed like minutes, Candy finally crossed her arms and said, "Dee, I said one minute."

"So...sorry, I thought you said come in. I'm sorry. I'll go." She started backing up.

"Did you need something?"

"Um, yeah, but it can wait."

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes, it's nothing." Deana pulled the door shut as she left the room, then she stood there replaying the scene in her head. Did one minute sound anything like come in?

When Deana reached the kitchen, she dropped mindlessly onto a chair. She knew Candy had a nice body, but that wasn't nice, it was fucking hot. Her mom's stomach was flat, and there were grooves cut down each side of her perfectly trimmed bush, which was more strawberry than the hair on her head. Those plump swells of labia bulging between her thighs-Stop, Deana told herself, it's wrong thinking about her body that way. Damn it, that woman is a sex goddess.