Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 268

She pulled the door open. "Nah."

The girl's smirk would have been right at home on the tumbler's face. "Gloria, be smart!"

She closed the door behind her. Evan listened to her footfall and the downstairs door opening and closing.

Some mornings you wake up in a dozy, languid state where your first thought drifts, collecting others, the whole time your brain is being tugged downward, and your thinking becomes Impregnated with fantasies until REM sleep swallows the thought process. Dreams engulf the original reality, spinning it into something else. Not being tired enough for deep, forgetful sleep, your brain is abruptly tossed back into the groggy place it started, but now conscious thoughts are infected with REM-based ideas and the feelings spawned in the dream world. Each time the cycle begins again, your thoughts are more deluded by fantasies, and you seed them with ideas in an effort to control the events that happen in the safety of the sleepy pretend world.

Mary Barnes had been trapped for an hour in that dazed, listless state, desperately searching for the truth. The night before, she had fallen asleep on the couch. That wasn't unlike her, but there had been something uncharacteristic about last night, and that was the subject matter looping through the thought, fantasy, dream cycle. Every time her brain snapped back to reality, she was more uncertain about what happened.

Becky had been gentle when she woke Mary and helped her sit up. The pain in her neck had been horrendous. Her daughter saw it and leaned in, rubbing her shoulders. That was when Mary realized her robe was askew, exposing her from her chest to her crotch. Why didn't her daughter point that out?

That was where the lines blurred. Becky seemed too close. Maybe their noses were touching? Warm, moist air rushed over Mary's cheek, whisked across her short hairs and tickled her ear. What was Becky saying while her hands massaged and her lips teased my earlobe, Mary wondered?

She tried to remember what she did when she knew her robe was open, but Becky's knees came to her mind. They were on the couch at her sides. The girl was straddling her lap, holding her neck and whispering in her ear. Was that possible, or were those just the thoughts she had fed her brain so she could dream about something that could never happen?

Once again, Mary stumbled into a partial sleep, and Becky was kissing her. The girl's hands were inside the robe and her fingers were rolling Mary's nipple. The smell of sex was strong in the air. Their tongues fought for dominance, and she groped lustfully at her daughter's naked ass.

Mary jerked awake and sat up. The covers fell away from her

chest, and she saw that she was naked. Dammit, that's what this is

all about. The previous night, a thought had come to her. It

challenged her sense of right and wrong, but instead of rejecting

the idea, Mary entertained it for a second. Suddenly it was as if

she were a kid being dared. She left her room without pajamas

under her bathrobe, A rush of nervous excitement thrilled her when she sat on the couch, naked under her robe, and watched TV with her daughter. That explained why she had slept nude and dreamed about crazy things. Mothers don't sleep naked, that's what her

husband told her. Asshole, Mary thought, and she curled up with a

pillow between her legs, imagining the way it might have turned

out last night if she hadn't come to her senses.

Teenagers aren't known for being smart, but Evan knew standing naked outside the bathroom door with his boxers and a t-shirt in his hand, was inarguably over in the stupid column. He pictured the expression on Candy's face the day she announced she was going to walk to her room naked. Not one person in that house acted the same as they had before his father left for China. Things would have to change drastically when he returned.

As expected, Evan wasn't disappointed when he turned the knob. He put his clothes on the counter and went to the toilet. "I thought boys did that in the shower," Gloria said, poking her head between the curtain and the wall.

He smiled at the girl with lathered hair and said, "Only if I'm already in there when I realize I have to go."

Gloria blushed and said, "Yeah, me too."

That surprised and excited him. He shook three times and went to the other side of the curtain. Gloria met him in the middle of the tub. The shower beat against her back. Soap suds slid down her chest, between her tits, over her belly and into the triangle of wet, foamy hair. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back under the streams. When she reached over her shoulders and used her hands to expedite the rinsing process, her tits rose and separated.

Just like her mother, he thought, his sister had cleavage designed for titty fucking. He collected her breasts and squeezed. The flesh orbs squirted away from his gripping fingertips. He was hard before Gloria's eyes opened.

They switched positions. He got wet, then stepped forward. Gloria coated his chest with Dove body wash and started washing him. The young girl's hands moved with mature, sensual passion. Evan trembled when his sister lathered his balls and dick. Her short fingers didn't reach all the way around the trunk of his rigid cock He held Gloria's neck and tipped her head back. They silently stared into each other's eyes. He moved his hands down her sides, into the curve of her back, over the globes of her ass and up through the luscious groove. Gloria's stomach met his bowed erection. He lifted her and pinned her to the wall. Chill bumps from the cool tile covered her chest. "Ooh." She wrapped her slippery legs around his waist.

The tip of Evan's prick had parted the two swells of labia, slid through the channel of flesh and burrowed into the back of her pussy. He placed his lips on Gloria's. She whispered into his mouth, "It's okay, you can do it."

All Evan had to do was lower his sister on the cock head that was stuffed into her crotch. He shifted and dropped her two inches. His erection slid across her asshole and settled in the groove between her cheeks. "No, not now," he said. "Your first time should be special, perfect, something you'll remember forever. This isn't that." He put her down.

Gloria wrapped both hands around his cock and stared at it. She didn't have to say it scared her, the message was written on her face. He hunched. Gloria stroked. He drew back and thrust again.. His sister pumped her fists while staring with growing fascination. He kept on humping. She leaned back on the wall and slid down until her breasts were in the right spot. He watched his sister shove him between her tits and pushed them together. It was Impossible to say if it felt as good as it had when he fantasized about it, but it looked better than he'd ever imagined. The purple knob emerged from Gloria's cleavage, then it vanished. Gloria smiled at him. He reached down and helped her crush her tits around his cock, then he fucked them urgently. Once he came, he might be able to stop thinking about making love to his baby girl.

Hot, creamy fluid struck her neck, and she made the mistake of looking down. He jerked and shot again. Gloria looked up with cum dangling from her nose. She grinned and tipped her head. Like makeup, a dick in a girl's mouth added years to her appearance. He couldn't believe it, Gloria eagerly bobbed on his squirting cock,

sucking in every drop and swallowing. How the hell did she learn that from the softball sisters?

When he became painfully sensitive, he pulled Gloria up. She got on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Evan didn't care that her lips and tongue were covered with his orgasm.