Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 267

He needed to get Becky to take those impulse control meds their mother told her about before she got him sent to live with his father, who he didn't even know. Maybe that's why mom got rid of him, he might have been a pervert who-Walt a second, Jason thought, it wasn't a spur of the moment thing. She had waited for him. Becky had that planned out. It was a setup, not an impulse control issue. The girl didn't care if they got caught.

A conversation with his moral compass was what Jason needed. Evan would blast him with, this isn't a porn movie, then they could come up with a plan to get Billy Joe away from KK. Once he had a girlfriend, a real girlfriend, not his sister or the crazy redhead who made him-Shit, I forgot about that. I really need to talk to Evan. He needs to know about Ms. Style. But first, where is Becky, Jason wondered?

It was later than Candy had stayed in bed for years. She was on her back with her hands on her stomach. The covers were pulled up to her chin, her knees were up, tenting the sheet. She was staring at the ceiling. The phone vibrated, again. If it were an emergency, they would leave a message, and if it was the person who had called earlier, Candy couldn't answer. That conversation would have to wait until-She didn't know when or if she'd have the fortitude for that conversation.

Candy had blamed the camera for her nefarious behavior, but spying was a childhood fetish, an itch that could be scratched and put to rest. It might have advanced the timeline, but it hadn't made her commit adultery with her stepson. That would have happened eventually, regardless. The boy had a boner for her since he was ten, and he needed it to happen. Evan was looking for the same thing Candy was, validation and power. As fleeting as it would be, they felt victorious. Evan was a better lover than his father, and now he knew it. That didn't make him a man, but it could get him out from under the crushing weight of his father's critical controlling long enough to set Evan on his way to finding himself. If not, Evan would end up like her, in a loveless relationship, always trying to be something she wasn't, hoping one day she'd find a way to get free.

What Candy let happen the night before, with Cindy, was worse than the camera, Tonya, Sally, and Evan combined. Cindy represented everything Candy couldn't live without. The girl loved her just because. There weren't any strings attached. Neither of then wanted anything other than each other's love. Candy could be herself, be the teenage girl she felt like, and Cindy didn't want her to pretend she was somebody else. Candy felt pretty enough, smart enough, strong enough, good enough, and most of all, she felt safe with Cindy. The race car driving teenager was everything Sandra had been. It was as if the woman had been reincarnated into Cindy.

It had been to support Evan, but going to the races had been as smart as a sober alcoholic spending the night in a bar. Candy got drunk, and now the physical addiction was conspiring with the mental obsession that had never stopped during their forced separation. Cindy was correct; Candy did love her. No, she needed Cindy and loved her with the kind of love that makes you do stupid things. Wasn't that why they had gotten caught?

The powerful feelings they shared had challenged Candy's limited self-control, but the longer the affair continued, the more difficult it became to resist the girl who reminded her of Sandra and looked like Deana. Every single day Deana was there, but Cindy wasn't. The younger version of Cindy was flirtatious and lacked modesty, parading around in towels, t-shirts, and underwear. Deana also shared Cindy's affectionate nature; she was generous with hugs and kisses.

Candy closed her eyes and thought about the day that changed everything. Deana had been extra playful that morning before leaving for school. They made eye contact, and Candy felt as if Deana was looking down inside her soul, seeing the things she felt for Cindy. At that moment, there hadn't been a distinction between the two girls. Deana's expression changed. She moved her face close, touching the tip of her nose to Candy's, and put her hands on Candy's waist. The girl's eyes were black pools. The force of conflicting emotions weakened Candy's knees. Deana could have knocked her over with a puff of air. Then as if she sensed that, Deana slid her hands around Candy's back and downward. Their lips were touching. Candy could feel the girl's long fingers clutching her ass, but she wasn't sure if they were actually inside her sweatpants. Deana's kiss dazed her.

It wasn't until Deana was halfway out the back door that Candy came back to herself, realizing it hadn't been Cindy. An Inappropriate heat flamed between her legs. Candy went to her room, stripped, and laid on the bed until she saw the intense, dark eyes peering over the curly mound of her strawberry hair. Cindy used her lips, sliding them up and down to open Candy's burning flesh. Her tongue snaked through the deep folds and darted inside Candy's pussy. She moaned wildly when Cindy exposed her thick bud and sucked it. Candy's knees fell open submissively while she manhandled her own tits. Cindy inserted two fingers, ramming them deep to find that special spot. The orgasms came in building waves of intensity. Then the door opened like a hunter's trap snapping shut on Candy's ankle.

The bed shifted, and Evan opened his eyes. Gloria had gotten up. He watched his sister walk across the room. His grin was unavoidable. The girl's ass confounded his senses the same way Darlene's did. The cheek opposite the leg that was going forward tightened and punched upward. When it dropped and fanned out, that smiley-face crease formed at the top of her thigh. With each step, her legs went from one degree of amazing to another. Gloria stopped with her feet together in front of the mirror on the back of the closet door. Her thighs were pressed together, except for a heart-shaped gap below Gloria's crotch. He licked his lips and thought about the dozens of times he stared at Candy's ass while she washed dishes, picturing his mother naked. He imagined moving his face up her legs and into her ass cleavage, feeling the cushions on his cheeks. His nose would part the smooth skin until the weight of her ass was pressed on his face, then he would thrust his tongue out.

Gloria turned around, twisted her body and looked at her butt in the mirror. Blonde, I've just been fucked looking hair covered her shoulders and draped the top of her chest, tickling the edges of the soft-brown rings. They were plump, rising from the girl's round melons. She spotted him. "You're staring," she said.

The new perspective dazed Evan. 'I can't help it, you're, um, Incredible."

"Thank you. She poked the purple spot on her butt. "You, ah, that's not gonna go away for a while."

"Are you planning on showing anyone else your ass?"

"No, but, um," she looked in the mirror again, "no, but my bathing suit might not cover that."

He thought about the bathing suits his sister's and Rebecca were wearing. "Hmm, you might be right," he said. "Sorry. Were you gonna wear it soon?"

"Never mind. My, ah," she pointed, "is crunchy. I need a shower. You should come, too."

"That wouldn't be smart," he said. "Everybody is home."

Gloria flipped her hair and marched to the door. He marveled at the subtle bounce of her tits. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob. He said, "Clothes, you're not, you can't just-Put something on, first."