Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 275

He pressed Deana's back against the mirrored wall and pushed into her body. The quivering fist of his sister's pussy tube held his cock. He thrust faster, and Deana bit him hard on his shoulder, muffling her panting moans. The mirror creaked and squeaked under Deana's skin. He couldn't wait to cum deep inside his sister, again.

"Look at me," Deana said. "Watch, watch me. Don't look away."

The need to cum with his sister made Evan pump with urgent thrusts. Deana's face glistened with perspiration and glowed with climatic joy. It seemed majestic. "Oh, ah, oh, ahh." His cock swelled to its greatest girth. He squeezed Deana's ass and gave her all of himself. Her black eyes changed when his fluid poured into the center of Deana's body. She crushed him with her legs and arms. Just like with Gloria, he had to temper his strength, or he would have broken Deana's ribs with the force of his love. "Oh, Dee, oh, God, you're-Shit, I don't have words to describe this."

"I know," Deana said, "I saw it in your eyes. Some magic happens, and it's beyond anything I understand."

They kissed while the orgasmic euphoria waned, and even after his cock finally slipped out of Deana's body, she was still holding on with all four limbs.

The clattering clank of a stall door jolted their lips apart and spiked their adrenaline. Deana released him. Evan stepped back. She responded to the panic on his face. "Relax," she whispered and removed the panties. "You go first. I'll get dressed."

Evan imagined wearing a red thong on his head would draw less attention than exiting the change room with a giri nobody could mistake as anyone other than his sister. He put his eye to the gap and tried to see outside, then he unfastened the latch as silently as possible. The coast was clear, but if the person who was trying something on came out while he waited-

"Just go," Deana said and pushed him.

While he waited for Deana, Evan watched the bare feet in the other occupied room as they stepped into a very skimpy pair of black panties. What if that was someone they knew? He eased over and backed out of the L-shaped entrance. It was better to be thought of as a pervert looking at women's underwear than the guy waiting outside the fitting rooms for his sister.

Too many hours in bed and lack of food made Candy's head spin when she tried to stand, so she sat on the edge of the bed until the fuzzy, black spots stopped floating, then she got up on rubbery legs and turned in a circle. The room had never felt so desolate. She hated her bedroom and never wanted to spend another night there without someone who loved her. Bile burned her esophagus. She retched and fell to her knees.

A distorted carpet pattern was pressed into Candy's forehead when she finally rose. She wiped her puffy eyes and pushed herself up, sitting on the backs of her calves. Her knees stung. A tiny speck of light flickered just inside the office doorway, under her husband's desk. She pounded the floor and screamed, "Fuck, fuck, you mother fucker!" then vomited on the white carpet.

Deana emerged from the change room area with a huge, satisfied smile plastered on her face. "I'm getting these," she said and held up a hanger with black panties and a bra. "You wanna pay or put these back?" She held out her other hand filled with the stuff she wasn't getting.

"Neither," he said. "I thought you were getting the, um, the ones you wore while we" He raised his brows. Putting back something she had sex in seemed more like a Becky move.

"No, I already have those. Rebecca got them for me. Give me some money, I'll go pay. Here, used panties are more your thing anyway."

Evan glared at his sister and pulled some bills from his pocket. Deana grinned, grabbed the cash and spun toward the counter. He casually meandered through the racks, looking for the proper place to put the stuff Deana wasn't getting. It would earn him the humiliating moment of the year, but it was too much to resist. Evan pressed the rosy pink underwear to his nose.

After Candy sent a message to Deana, she stood and shoved her chair in. It smashed into the desk and flipped over. When she had spoken to Sally, her sister told her to relax, but Candy was still shaking. How could her sister fix this fuck up of hers? It would ruin Cindy's future, destroy Evan's chance of racing, and potentially get her tossed out on the street without her daughter, and that was the only thing Candy considered worse than being John's caged animal. Sally's words, "Baby girl, you just get yourself here, and I'll take care of this," weren't going to remove the security camera footage from John's hard drive, but they were the only thing that gave Candy any sense of hope.

On the way home from the mall, Deana got a text from Candy. She told Evan, "Mom says we're on our own for dinner tonight. We can get whatever we want. She'll pay you back."

"Really," Evan said. "Where's she gonna be?"

"Her sister's," Deana said.

"Is she coming home?"

"Nope," Deana said and put her feet in his lap.

He rubbed them, thinking for a minute. Other than only seeing Candy for a couple of minutes all day, nothing seemed out of whack, but he had a bad feeling. It was probably his guilty conscience, but he asked, "Is there anything going on that I don't know about?"

"Ah, no, nothing that I know of," Deana sald. "We can't have anyone over or burn down the house. Gloria is staying at Jayda's."

The second that passed before Deana said no was enough to confirm Evan's suspicion. His sister knew something she didn't want to tell him. He'd get it out of her later, one way or another. "Whose room are we spending the night in, mine or yours?"

Deana wiggled her toes and said, "Those arerit our only choices."

"You're bad."

It was too late for Candy to worry about the security camera, yet she still stopped on the screen porch, looked at the overnight bag in her hand and tried to figure out how to make it to her car without being recorded. Her stomach constricted and churned. It wasn't possible. The only way in or out without detection was through a window on the opposite side of the house. Then she'd have to walk. Cindy hadn't come in through a window.

John wouldn't know they had been fucking all afternoon, but he'd know Cindy had stopped by while Evan and Deana wererit home, and she stayed for hours. Thank God, Candy thought. If not for Cindy's unexpected visit, she might never have remembered the surveillance system. That's what it was, surveillance, not security, as her husband had called it. John wanted to know who came and went, and when. Even if Sally couldn't fix this, at least she wouldn't be blindsided when he returned. How could I have been so stupid, Candy wondered?

When he got back, John would see that she had twice already left and not come home for the night. He would know Evan hadn't been grounded, and it wouldn't be hard to figure out that they had all been to the races. Candy walked down the porch steps and stopped, fighting the urge to look up as if she were a fugitive checking for big brother's spying eye. Maybe it was karma? No, she dismissed that thought. John's camera wasn't hidden. He had it put right there and told her about it. All she had to do was be the woman who cooked, cleaned, took care of the kids, and had no life of her own.

She walked to the softball mom SUV, threw her bag across to the passenger seat and climbed in. What else would he see on those recordings, Candy asked the camera as she backed out of the driveway?

To Be Continued....