“Whoa,” Gloria gasped, “she’s good.”
“What good did that do?” Evan asked. “You still don’t know who kisses better. You have to kiss Deana.”
“Wait, this isn’t about me,” Deana said. “She wanted to know if you kiss better. Gloria, kiss him.”
Gloria was in front of Evan before he could respond. Oh, he hated it when his twin did that, but Deana didn’t know they had already made out, so he’d fuck with her mind. Gloria’s upturned lips were ready. At first, Evan kept his eyes open, one focused on Deana, but Gloria’s hot, passionate mouth lulled his lids downward. They had only made out once, but it felt so natural that Evan’s hands settled on the handles he always used to adjust the position of his early-morning stowaway. Gloria hopped and tightened her arms around his neck when he lifted. Her thighs grabbed his hips and her legs wrapped around him. The tips of his fingers plunged between her globes. He adjusted his grip and got his hands under the meaty orbs. The wet heat at the edges of Gloria’s pussy groove got his attention, and Evan peeked at Deana. Her mouth was hanging open in shock or jealousy or both. Good, he thought and kissed Gloria like it was Candy. It might as well have been, but Evan didn’t realize that.
“Fuuuck,” Rebecca said. “I think Gloria and Evan might need us to leave.”
“Nah,” Evan said and lowered Gloria. Her crotch caught on his erection. She grinned, and he bounced her, banging her pussy against his shaft. “We still don’t know who kisses better.”
“You have to kiss Deana,” Gloria said.
Evan had never been closer to cumming in his pants before and Deana’s mouth would be the straw that popped his cork, so he said, “I can’t. I gotta go…go to the bathroom. You kiss her.”
“Okay, I will,” Gloria said. “Too bad you’ll miss it.”
Evan didn’t look back. If Gloria and Deana started making out, he would embarrass himself, again.
When Mrs. Anderson asked her to babysit Jordan, Darlene kicked the air triumphantly. For someone who didn’t consider herself lucky, Darlene felt like she had purchased three winning lottery tickets, the trifecta of perfect days.
What had started as a thought spawned an idea, then it became a plan. It was quite a ludicrous plan, and when Darlene reached the mall that morning, it seemed like her plan would never be more than a fantasy. The accidentally on purpose encounter with Deana and Rebecca happened, but Gloria’s presence was a complication Darlene hadn’t anticipated. She didn’t want to extend the invitation to Style’s house in front of Deana’s kid sister. Gloria was a year younger than Becky and surely would be too immature, Darlene thought.
That was when the goddess of deviousness had an orgasm and sprayed good fortune all over Darlene. Where else could her next thought have come from?
The uncharacteristic offer unquestionably concerned Deana, but Rebecca had practically shouted her approval. Darlene suspected she knew why Rebecca wanted to ditch Gloria, and later, the sounds coming from the change room confirmed Darlene’s suspicion. Imagine that, Deana and Rebecca.
When Gloria heartily agreed to go off with her, Darlene was shocked. Most girls Darlene’s age were intimidated by her, yet this younger girl had wanted to spend time alone with her. Gloria had balls, and Darlene respected that. What followed had been too good to be part of any plan Darlene could have created.
Within minutes of walking away from Deana and Rebecca, Darlene felt a connection with Gloria. That was odd because befriending other girls wasn’t something that happened quickly or often for Darlene. She didn’t trust women, and she didn’t appreciate them assuming they understood her just because she had a vagina, too. Darlene was more comfortable with men because their motives were clear. They wanted to fuck her, and that was fine.
The feelings Darlene developed for Gloria were something she didn’t understand. How could she? Kinship wasn’t anything Darlene had experienced. Other than Candy, who claimed to be her aunt, Darlene had never been with a blood relative. When Gloria stripped, Darlene thought it was a deja vu thing, like seeing herself in the mirror when she was thirteen. Over time, in the close confines of the dressing booth, Darlene knew Candy hadn’t been lying; the woman was her aunt, and that gave the expression, kissing cousins, new meaning.
Down in the basement, Evan stopped punching the heavy bag when he heard, “Ooh, all those sweaty muscles.”
“Ah, jeez.” He turned toward Rebecca at the bottom of the basement steps. The weight of his gloved hands pulled his rubbery arms to his sides. “I didn’t hear you coming down.” The tumbler’s cutoff shirt didn’t cover all of her belly, and her skin like black gymnastic pants made her groin and crotch somehow more erotic than a bikini had. “Where’s Dee?” he asked and shook off the boxing gloves.
Rebecca flipped her hair, pressed her hand to his chest and slid them down his sweat covered body, wiping them on his pants. “She needed a shower.”
Evan was caught off guard by the tumbler’s affectionate tone and demeanor. Her brown hair was tossed from left to right, sweeping across her brow. He touched one of the prominent freckles on her nose. It was hard to believe he had spent the last five years ignoring the tumbler. “You’re cute.” She was a lot more than cute.
“I was hoping for beautiful or the sexiest piece of ass you ever laid your eyes on, but I guess cute is okay.”
Evan wasn’t sure if Rebecca was being sarcastic, but he pretended she was. “Why, did you get her sweaty?”
Rebecca’s smirk was more telling than the nod she gave him. “Mm, all of that kissing got us excited. I can see why Dee likes kissing you,” she said.
“Thanks,” he said. “You too. Deana’s lucky.”
“And Gloria, wow.” Rebecca swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. “Phew, don’t think that was her first time.”
Did she mean first time kissing a girl or kissing him? “No, I don’t think so.”
“She’s something…sexy…like her mother.”
“Whoa, you checking my mother out?”
“Mmhm, just like you do,” Rebecca said.
“I do not.” Evan picked up a towel.
“You expect me to believe you don’t check Candy out? Come on, she’s gorgeous, and, mm-mm, that body. Damn.”
Evan chuckled. “She said the same thing about you.”
“Don’t tease,” Rebecca said and poked his belly button.
“Don’t tease!” he said. “You saying you’d hook up with my mom if you had a chance?”
“Hell yeah! I’d be out of my league, but hell yes. Wouldn’t you? Don’t lie.”
Evan was saying, no in his head while nodding, yes. “What kind of person does that make me?”
“I think it makes you human,” Rebecca said and took the towel out of Evan’s hand. “Your sister thinks you’re wonderful…me too.”
He watched Rebecca wipe the sweat off his shoulders and chest before asking, “Do you know about Deana and me?”
Rebecca continued with the towel, dabbing at his stomach. Her gentle, compassionate touch was unsettling. She said, “Of course, we share everything. Turn around so I can get your back.”
When Rebecca finished rubbing down Evan’s back, she pointed at the beat-up couch and said, “Let’s sit.”