Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 265

Gloria sighed heavily. "You know, you can still call me your baby girl?"

"Thank you, I love you... really."

"I love you, more."

He kissed his way up her neck and whispered in her ear, "That's not possible,"

"Does this mean- Gloria reached between them and grabbed his cock.-"now we're gonna do it?" She pulled her middle forward, forced his stiffness down, and shoved her ass back. He was lodged in the gap at the tops of her thighs. The pulsating purple dome of his cock was pressed into the hot, slippery wedges of her pussy.

"No, we can't do it, not now.

"How come?"

He gave three short, fast thrusts into the press of his sister's legs and started shooting the load of cum that had been threatening all morning. The slimy fluid coated her labia, ass groove and the tops of her thighs. She rocked back and forth. He shoved the length of cock through the lubricated channel and sent a few squirts onto the sheet in front of his sister. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. You're too much for me."

She tumed on her back and pulled his leg over her stomach. His waning erection pressed against her hip. She batted her eyes. "Really?"

He stared at the girl with the satisfied, lazy smile and deep dimples, and his chest tightened. It was terrible; he had it bad, a bad case of loving another girl he couldn't walk hand and hand with or kiss in front of anybody. "Yeah, really." He kissed her. "You know we have a problem, right?"

"What?"

"I am never going to be able to keep my hands off you."

Gloria grinned and placed his hand on her tit. "That's not a problem."

He played with her nipple, then slid his hand down to her belly, just above the mound of blonde hair. She rolled toward him. They kissed, she pushed him back and threw her leg over his stomach, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. He held her thigh and stared at the ceiling. If he had to choose between Deana, Candy, and Gloria, who would he pick?

They slipped into a post-climax snooze. Even without the crusty evidence matting Gloria's pubic hair and staining the sheet, it wouldn't have taken a genius to know what the two naked teenagers had been up to.

Sunday morning, after race-night, Jason awoke from what he thought was a dream and rubbed crust from his eyes. A spark of reality flickered, and the dull grogginess of sleep instantly vanished. It wasn't a dream. Fuck, I sure opened Pandora's box, again.

The night before, everything about the night at the races made him desperately horny mentally and physically. Billy Joe wanted him, and he had been so close, yet denied at the worst time. That was enough to make him want to scream, cry and kick his feet. Then he rode horne in the backseat with whatever pheromones were emanating from Rebecca and Gloria. He hadn't seen anything specific, but there was something funny going on. Every time they went under a streetlight, he saw an expression on Rebecca's face that suggested she had just pulled it from between Gloria's legs. The thought of the tumbler with Evan's little sister made him ready to fuck anything that stood still long enough to get his dick in it.

Jason went in through the kitchen and stopped in the hallway, glancing over the back of the couch into the living room. He was happy to see Becky was still up. She was sitting on the floor, facing the TV, with her knees drawn up against her chest and her t-shirt stretched over her legs. The pigtails sprouting from the sides of her head made her look like a kid, but his sister was re-watching one of her favorite scenes from Californication. Madeline was fucking and punching Hank. Jason sighed and thought, Becky and Madeline have a lot in common, no wonder that's her favorite character.

Becky turned her head and motioned for him to come to her. He said, "I need a shower," and continued down the hall. Once the many layers of grunge were washed away, Jason planned to do everything to Becky that he didn't get to do to BJ, and more.

Before Jason was finished undressing, Becky opened the bathroom door. Her legs were covered to mid-thigh with multicolored, striped stockings. "God, your filthy, and you smell."

He said, "No Shit, that's why I'm taking a shower. Wanna help me wash?"

Becky tipped her head to the side, quizzically. Her pigtails wagged with the shake of her head. "Nah, but as soon as you're done, I gotta show you something. I'll be in the living room. Hurry up."

"What?" Jason asked. She didn't answer, but the expression on his sister's face suggested it would be fun. "Where's Mom?"

She gave him an odd smirk and said, 'She's sleeping, but put something on anyway."

"Yeah, I'm not you, don't walk around naked," he said.

"Pfft, right." She left.

Jason got in the shower and started washing before the water got warm. He had fully embraced the taboo and planned to fuck Becky as often as possible, regardless of what Evan thought about it. They were two exceptionally horny teenagers, living together, so it was perfect, as long as they never got caught.

What does Becky have going on in her twisted up mind, Jason wondered? Maybe his sister would be waiting for him on her hands and knees? Her long T-shirt would be up around her waist, and she wouldn't have on underwear, as always. He could take her from behind the way Ms. Style took him. If Becky had known Darlene's plan, she would deserve it, but there was no way in hell the mule would fit in his sister's dime-sized butt hole. That was fine. Jason loved the girl's tight as fuck pussy. He could do Becky and imagine it was Billy Joe. KK would be screaming, "Stop, stop, stop fucking her," but he'd keep on pumping.

When Jason got out of the shower, he saw a bathrobe hanging on the doorknob. It seemed strange, but he put it on anyway. Becky must know something he didn't. It was possible their mother had gotten up to make sure he was home. Mm, the way I feel, he thought, maybe I should walk out there with this boner waving around?

Becky was on the right side of the room, halfway between the couch and TV. She shushed him with a finger. That was when Jason realized their mother was sleeping on the couch. Her feet were on the floor, but her body had fallen to the left. She looked comfortable with her head sunk into the pillow that was on the armrest. This wasn't unusual; he had seen his mother asleep in that position dozens of times. Becky motioned with excitement. His sister was sitting Indian style, and he could see the youthful swells of her bald pussy lips.