Evan shook the water out of his hair, turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. Candy told him they couldn’t do it again; then they fucked in the bathroom. Deana told him she regretted it, then came upstairs and made love to him again. Rebecca told him Deana shared everything with her. He couldn’t make Candy or Deana have sex with him, but he wouldn’t be relegated to self-service without putting up a fight.
On the way to the kitchen, Evan stopped and looked in Gloria’s room. His sister was sitting Indian style in the center of her bed with a video game in her hands. The yellow bikini had been replaced with gym shorts and a T-shirt. “How long am I going to have to wait before I get to see all of that bikini?”
Surprisingly, Gloria stopped playing the game, placed it on the bed and said, “How come you wouldn’t say who had a better butt?”
“I didn’t want to hurt Deana and Rebecca’s feelings,” he said and sat next to her.
“Why didn’t you want to kiss Deana?”
“Why didn’t you kiss her?” he asked.
“Maybe I did,” Gloria said. “Did you like kissing Rebecca?”
“Did you really see Darlene naked?”
Gloria grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Hey, stop answering my questions with a question.”
“You started it,” Gloria said.
“I did not. I asked the first question.”
Gloria leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, “I can see why you would like her.”
He was starting to wish he had gone for his snack. “Who?”
“So you think I have a nicer butt than Deana and Rebecca?”
“That’s it!” Evan pulled Gloria down, straddled her squirming body and tickled her stomach. “Who, who, who? Tell me.”
“Dah…DaharDarlene.”
“What?” He stopped torturing her but kept her captive between his folded legs, sitting on her thighs. His sister’s cheeks were red, and her blue eyes sparkled with tears. “Why would you say that?” he asked.
“She’s like Mom,” Gloria said. “Not that I’ve seen Mom naked, but Darlene has a body like Mom’s.”
If Evan hadn’t been surprised by Gloria’s statement, he might have asked questions about Darlene’s naked body. He fell on his side and stretched out beside his sister. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on,” Gloria said, “I see how you look at her and rub her back all the time.”
“You jealous, ah, jealous that I don’t massage you all the time?”
“So, you admit it,” she said, “and I might be.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Evan said and propped his head on his arm. “No, I’m not admitting anything. You imagine things.”
Gloria rolled her eyes. “Deana told me you used to want to marry her. You think if she didn’t marry your father, you and Mom—”
“No,” Evan said. “I’m going to kill Deana.”
“I think things would have been different,” Gloria said. “You could marry her.”
“You’re crazy, she’s married,” Evan said. “Even if I wanted to, what makes you think I’d have a chance with her?”
His sister’s expression changed. She was dead serious. “Evan, you would have a chance…I think, and I wish you could.” The glistening in her eyes wasn’t from laughter anymore.
Evan scrambled in his mind, trying to come up with a response, but Gloria did some scrambling of her own. He didn’t put up a fight. When she pushed, he rolled on his back. Gloria’s breasts pressed onto his chest and ballooned into the low cut neckline of her shirt. He smiled and grabbed the cushions of his sister’s butt. It was a familiar and comforting position for Evan. He didn’t resist the approaching lips.
Gloria tasted like bubblegum. Her tongue was hot and knowing. His sister knew how he liked to be kissed. He squeezed her ass like he always did, but it wasn’t the same. Gloria wasn’t the out of place girl who he had discovered in a morning haze, staring down at him. He had walked into her room, wearing boxers, and got in her bed. The nagging truth that kept things somewhat in check had been eroded by too many kisses, inappropriate touches, bikini bottoms, and the sight of his little sister making out with Rebecca. Or maybe Gloria was too much like Candy?
“Mmm, you kiss better than Rebecca,” Gloria said.
“Phew.” He touched his sister’s face and held her hair behind her neck. “If I had or ever married your mother, I’d be your father, and we wouldn’t be able to do that anymore.”
“I’d let you—I’d want you to kiss me.”
Where did this girl come from, Evan wondered. At times, she acted more mature than he felt. Gloria was beautiful inside and out, and sexy from head to toe. The feelings he had for her, the strength of their bond, had always been confusing, but now, Evan’s love for the girl, staring at him with those ocean blue eyes, soared into a third dimension. He stroked her ears with his thumbs and touched his lips to hers. “You kiss better than Rebecca, too.”
Evan tucked his fingertips under the elastic and forced his hands inside her shorts. They were a perfect match for the miniature badonkadonk. Gloria’s muscles flexed in his grasp. The vigor of Evan’s groping was in proportion to the passion of the kissing. He stuffed his fingertips deep into the valley of her ass cheeks. Gloria’s body inch wormed, rotating, so he felt the damp heat of her crotch. He teased the puckered ring and dove deeper with his other hand. Gloria hunched, demanding more. His middle finger dipped into the steamy wetness. It made Evan’s breath catch in his throat. Gloria dry humped him, grinding her pubic bone and clit on his stiffness. His sister wanted him to finger her, and Evan lacked the moral fiber required to deny her.
The tip of Evan’s finger followed the curved crease down, then up, opening the length of her swollen lips. Gloria sighed. She was soaking wet with hot, slippery readiness. He swirled a bulky fingertip around the hole. His sister’s cheeks flushed crimson. The tightness of her opening surrounded his finger. Her eyes opened wide. “Aaah, oh, yooooh.”
Gloria clung to his shoulders and thrashed her clit on the ridge of his solid shaft. He shoved half his finger into her, and she fucked herself on it. His cock lurched; the silky dome skidded across Gloria’s sweat moistened stomach. Her muscles contracted and released in a determined rhythm, humping the root of his erection. Evan saw the same expression he’d seen last time he made his sister cum, except this time he could feel the inside of her body spasming and soaking his finger. “Mmm, ah, ah, ah, oh, Evan, oh, Evan, mmmmah.” Her eyes rolled up, and she held her lip with her teeth.
The sight of someone you love experiencing pleasure because of what you are doing was beautiful and amazing. Gloria went board stiff; her feet kicked the bed. Evan grasped the tense muscles of her ass and pulled his sister into him, sandwiching his cock between the cushion of her mound and his groin. Lost in the experience of Gloria’s ecstasy, Evan hunched with all his might and forced his erection upward. For a second it stuck in Gloria’s belly, then it slid with ease through the hot creamy release. Blast after blast of his orgasm burst between their bodies. Evan might be embarrassed later, but for now, he moaned softly and gently fucked the flesh channel. The serene pleasure of lovers cumming together filled him.