“No, I don’t think that’s possible. We’ve been careful.”
“My mind is blowing up. Your whole life is upside down and spinning around. Your mother offered you birth control, out of nowhere, and your brother f—”
“Shh! Don’t ever put those two words together in a sentence, especially not at the mall.”
“It’s unbelievable,” Rebecca said. “It’s hot, fuckin’ hot and I’m wet. Let’s go to Dillard where the beds are. Nobody will—”
“No, no, and no,” Deana said. “Let’s go find bikinis and get Gloria.”
“Okay, but we’re not done, I need details. Was it good, better than—”
“Stop! That’s why I decided not to do it, you’re jealous, and everything is fucked up.”
“No it isn’t, and I’m not jealous,” Rebecca said. “I am happy for you. You finally know—You lost your cherry, and you look like you enjoyed it. Was it that good?”
“It’s hard to judge the first time. It was scary, and it hurt.”
“The first time? You did it more than once?”
“Yeah, can you believe that? I wasn’t gonna do it at all, then I wasn’t ever going to do it again, and then minutes later, in the shower, I did it again.”
“In the shower, you took a shower together? I thought you were being careful. Who was home?”
“Candy and Gloria, but we locked the door. They didn’t know we were in there together.”
Rebecca grabbed Deana’s arm. “In here.”
“Victoria Secret doesn’t have bathing suits.”
“I know, keep talking.”
“I’m not sure why I changed my mind. It’s like I lost my mind. He was massaging me, and…”
When Evan finished drying off, he grinned at his often forgotten robe and put it on. Knowing it could be whipped open at any moment to expose his nudity added a creepy flasher vibe to his already strange mood.
Deana wasn’t home, but Evan went in her room and closed the door. It looked the same as always, but it felt different. Was that because they were lovers now or because he was secretly snooping around in her private space?
Evan opened his sister’s underwear drawer and stared at the collage of panties, then he ran his fingers over them, feeling the different textures. He wished he could watch Deana put a pair on. There was something special about watching a girl put her panties back on after sex.
It wouldn’t be the same without the smell of Deana’s pussy, so Evan rejected the idea that popped into his mind and walked towards the bed. His heavy cock bounced from thigh to thigh. He sat and looked at the pillow Deana’s head would be on if she was there sleeping. His thoughts and emotions were confusing. He loved Deana the same way he always had like she was a part of him, and he would protect her and do anything to make her happy.
Evan picked up his sister’s pillow and pressed it to his face. Deana’s scent made his chest tightened with another type of love. It was the kind that made him want to hold and squeeze her and satisfy Deana’s every need. He wanted to make love to her and profess his love over and over.
The flaps of Evan’s robe parted for his rising cock. Without a thought, he stuffed Deana’s pillow into his groin. The offensive act sent a surge of lust through him. Evan ask himself, where did that come from? It wasn’t from the place his love came from. He wondered if everyone was born bad, but parents and teachers trained them to do the right thing, and that made them think they were good kids, trying not to turn bad. If that were true, then why did some stay bad and not others?
Maybe if Evan were older or had children, he might have felt different, but other than the potential of getting caught, he couldn’t come up with a single reason not to keep having sex with Deana. His only regret was that they waited so long to start. What had caused him to embrace the dark side of his personality?
Evan wondered if Pandora was someone’s sister and opening her box was a metaphor for fucking her.
The sound of a chair sliding back from the table alerted Evan that his mother was in the kitchen. He paused in the living room until he heard her mug clunk against the bottom of the sink and the water turn on, then he moved quickly in stealth mode.
The woman’s hands were under a stream of steaming water, squeezing a sponge. Evan wondered if she would be his mother or Candy. Her attire gave him hope. Her feet were bare, and her thick legs were exposed all the way up to where the tight shirt cradled her rump. Maybe it was a short dress, Evan wasn’t sure, but it was sleeveless, and he didn’t see the outline of a bra strap.
He grabbed his mother’s shoulders. She didn’t do one of Deana’s pitiful fear dances; she didn’t even flinch. His mother had been expecting him. He squeezed the tops of her shoulders and waited for her to say something, but she remained silent and rinsed her hands. He worked inward toward her neck, ready to kiss it. His mother’s arms rose, and she reached back over her shoulders. Evan didn’t know what to expect until she was caressing his cheeks.
Evan kissed her palms and massaged the muscles under her arms. The night he helped his mother peel potatoes, his forearms had pressed into the overflow of her globes, through clothing, and it terrified him. Now, Evan’s fingertips slid into the armholes and found his mother’s bulging breast meat. Oh, how things had changed. His only fear was that his mother would make him stop. She touched his lips, and he sucked her finger.
The sides of his mother’s breasts filled his palms. The material shifted and stretched, and Evan handled her tits with confidence, pinching and twisting the giant nipples. She dropped her arms. He felt her biceps tighten on his wrists, but he kept going. The giant orbs moved, swished, squished and resisted in ways that thrilled him.
The woman’s purring groans sounded her approval, but Evan felt a sense of urgency. His mother had promised they weren’t going to do it anymore. He used his lips and teeth on her neck while freeing one of his hands from the shirt. Her throat was salty-sweet. He could feel her pulsing jugular vein under his tongue. His mother sighed and shivered.
His cock was rigid. He shoved it against Candy’s back. He had never thought of his dick as a muscle, but the more he fucked, the stronger it got. He felt like he could ram it into his mother’s pussy and lift her off the floor with it.
When Evan grabbed her crotch, the silky material soaked through under the press of his fingers. He pulled her back and shoved his groin forward. His mother clutched the edge of the sink, braced herself and pushed back. His cock seemed hard enough to shove through the panties, but Evan groped her pussy, trying to get them out of the way. He had to be inside her before she realized they weren’t supposed to fuck again. He frantically stabbed his cock head between thighs. It plunged into the slippery groove. He trapped it under his fingers, crushing it into the fat folds of hot pussy. Once it was at the door, he dipped down and—
“Ah, Evan.” She struggled against the press of his body.
The inevitable was happening. Evan relaxed his hold. She turned around and looked into his eyes. “Mmah—” He hadn’t said the word mom in days, and it stuck in his throat.