Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 274

"She's a beautiful girl," the lady said. "Sweet, a real sweetheart, too."

Oh good, Evan thought, she understands why I had sex with Deana. Who wouldn't? "She, um, we've always been close," he said and hoping to shut down the conversation he added, "since our mother died."

It hadn't worked. The lady, who turned out to be the manager, wanted to know more. Evan told her how their mother died and how close he was with his sister because of the tragedy. It hadn't been his intention, but sympathy went a long way. She worked with Evan on configuring the best ring at a price he could afford. The bad news was, it had to be custom made and would take a few days.

A burst of panic rushed through Candy when she opened her eyes, remembering Cindy was in bed with her. It was three-fifteen. She had spent most of the day in bed. What if the kids came home and saw us, Candy thought. Then she realized Cindy wasn't there. It felt wrong. She lifted her head. The sheet of paper under her phone scared her. She sat up, leaned against a pile of pillows and unfolded the page.

"Candy, I know you are trying to protect me, but it's too late for that. I already know too much. Talk to Sally. It's time for you to face it, too. Do it for us. I'm not going away. I love you.

X's and O's

Cindy.

Candy didn't move, but in her mind, she was screaming, crying and kicking her feet. Pieces of the puzzle were snapping together, but she still couldn't see the whole picture. Sally hadn't reacted the way Candy expected when she told her Cindy was her lover. At the time, Candy hadn't given it much thought, but now Cindy was telling her to talk to Sally about the truth-What the hell is going on? Cindy was five when Sally disappeared.

On the way to Victoria's Secret, Evan was disappointed he couldn't give Deana a ring today, but once he entered the lingerie store, an awkward, embarrassment made him forget about it. Every person tumed and thought, look at this pervert checking out women's underwear.

The truth was, the two stereotypical mall employees behind the counter continued looking at their phones. The other women shoppers didn't even notice Evan. He told himself, act like you're supposed to be here and walk straight to the back. Nobody will know you're about to see your sister in the sexy underwear you want her to wear while she's fucking her girlfriend.

Two of the eight change room doors were closed. He stood in the middle of the open area between them and cleared his throat.

"Evan?"

Thank God. He casually leaned to the side and dip down, looking under the door Deana wasn't behind. No feet, good, he thought. "Yeah, it's me. You ready?"

"Ready for what?" Deana asked.

"Ah, to show me what you picked out?"

The door inched open, Deana peeked out and whispered, "Anyone out there?"

"No, you're good."

Evan spun around to see if anyone could see them and turned back to stare at Deana. His sister didn't need a bra, and she wasn't wearing one. The tiny panties were a rosy pink like the silky caps of Deana's tits. Her body always diminished Evar's mental capacity, but in a public setting, it turned him into a moron. Sounds, not words, came out of his mouth, and he rushed forward, frantically checking over his shoulders.

"Shh." Deana glanced behind him, grinned and pulled Evan into the six by six room. "You like them?" She latched the door.

"Jeez, yeah, fuck, they're, you're hot," he said. "Rebecca will tear those off so fast-"

"She won't have to. Deana lifted her right foot to the bench and leaned back on the wall, pushing her crotch at him. "They're crotchless."

Bald slices of swollen labla bulged in the gap of the parted crotch section. Deana seductively pushed her hand down her stomach, over her groin, around the curve of her prominent bone, and between her legs. She teased the succulent groove. He stepped closer. Deana poked the tip of her finger in and stroked through the slippery inner flesh.

"Dee, um, you better stop or-"

"Shh. She pressed that finger to his lips.

The scent of his sister's delicious sex drifted up. He inhaled and sucked the finger in, circling it with his tongue. "Mm." Deana purred and unbuttoned his jeans.

"I thought, ah, think- Deana's hand slid down over his stiffness and cupped his balls. He asked, "What are we doing?" but he meant, how are we going to do this without getting caught?

"You're gonna fuck me, Deana said. "I've always wanted to do it in a fitting room... with you, that is."

"Let me guess," he said, "you and the tumbler already have?"

Deana held his lip with her teeth, nodding, and extracted his cock and balls. She worked the head between her soaking wet pussy lips. The fear of discovery spurred Evan on. He dipped down and shoved his groin forward and upward. Amazingly, he had the perfect angle and landed a direct hit. The air rushed out of his sister from the punching force of his dick. She clung to his neck, pulling herself up. He waited for her stuffed pussy to lubricate and loosen its tight hold. Deana lifted her thigh to his hip. He cradled her ass and picked her up. She fastened her arms and legs around his body. They looked into each other's eyes, acknowledging the lunacy of the brazen act, and Deana nodded. He hunched while lowering her. Her crotch smashed into his groin. There wasn't any more to give her, but he pulled her down and pushed upward, anyway.

"Ah, Evan, promise me that no matter what, if I need this, you'll be willing to do it?"

He smiled and gently bounced her, watching his sister's face respond to the deep penetration. "No matter what, what does that mean?"

"Exactly that," Deana said. "Even if I marry Rebecca, or arıyone else, promise you'll always be willing to make me feel this way. I never feel more complete than when you're in me. It's like we're one person more than two. I never want to lose this."

They were always going to be lovers to some degree. He like that, and it made him feel good to hear his sister say what he felt. "Yes, I promise, no matter what."