The silence in Candy’s room made Deana nervous. If one of them suddenly opened the door, it would be a mortifying end to the bizarre day she was having. It was as if she had never fully recovered from that dreamlike state Evan sent her into that morning in Gloria’s bed, and what happened with Cindy later. Deana needed to talk to someone, but Cindy didn’t want anyone to know, especially not Evan. Too bad Evan was the one person she most needed to tell.
Evan smelled of sex and sweat. His dick was crusted with the dry mix of his mother’s ass juices and his cum. He needed a shower and had hoped their last time together would end with his mother washing him while he did the same for her. It disappointed him, but it hadn’t been much of a surprise when she turned him down. Candy had lost her mind toward the end of what had been a long, slow, sensual lovemaking session. His mother had a complete personality change compared to every other time they made love. She demanded it rough, and he gave her what she asked for, but she made it more violent. It was as if she wanted to be punished for being with him. Then, once the randy fucking flamed out with the last explosive bursts of orgasm, Candy’s persona shifted again. Her body was limp, and, from what Evan could perceive, she was embarrassed and regretful like a child. She kissed him, told him she loved him more than he could ever understand, and asked him to go.
He put his shorts and T-shirt on, watching Candy the whole time. She faked a smile, threw him a kiss, and went into the master bath. The sound of the lock clicking sent ice through his veins. He left his mother’s room somewhat dazed and confused, and sad.
Deana’s door was ajar, but Evan didn’t look in until he heard his name in a tone that suggested he should keep going. “Get in here,” Deana said and grabbed his arm.
“I’m going in the shower.” He resisted but unless he was willing to overpower Deana he had to go.
“Damn it, Evan” Deana closed the door and stood between it and him. “What if Cindy heard you?”
“Cindy?”
“I didn’t mean—I meant Gloria, but Cindy could have heard you from the driveway if she happened to come back. What if Gloria came home?”
“She isn’t coming home tonight.”
“Evan!”
“I know, you’re right, I’m sorry,” he said. “It was the last time, one last time.”
“I hope so,” Deana said.
“I really need a shower.”
“Yeah, you do.” She opened her door and dismissed him with a glare.
Evan knew there was going to be more to that conversation, but for now, he needed to get clean, chill in his room and figure out what the fuck was happening to him. It was as if he was two different people. One wanted to love and protect Candy, and would never fuck her daughter. The other guy wanted to fuck Deana while Candy watched, and—
Gloria laid in bed next to Jayda and Alex. Her friends had already fallen asleep, so she opened her legs as far as the space allowed, imagining Evan between them, ready to push himself inside her. He hadn’t seemed so big when she laid on top of him, rubbing her crotch on his dick. Even the time she got him jammed into her opening, it hadn’t frightened her. Now, reliving the shower with Evan, thinking about how wide she had to open her mouth for the head, and how it swelled and stiffened when he humped her tits and shot cum, Gloria was nervous. Her brother was bigger than Miss Tonya’s dildo, and Alex had cried when Jayda used it to take the girl’s cherry. It was better to be prepared if she didn’t want her first time to suck. It would be hard enough to get Evan to do it; she didn’t want to worried about bleeding or crying. He would freak out and never touch her again if he thought he hurt her. Deana didn’t have a dildo, and the softball sisters couldn’t know she was still a virgin, so she needed someone else to help. How embarrassing was that going to be?
Candy cinched the robe’s cloth strap, narrowing her waist and tightly encasing her chest. What is wrong with me, she asked and tapped in her sister’s number, then continued pacing.
“Candy, hi,” Sally said. “Is everything alright?”
She should have been defensive towards the implied accusation, but it was true. “I’m sorry, I know it must seem like I only call when I’m upset, but . . . ah, oh, who else am I going to talk to? I don’t have anyone else—”
“Candy, it’s fine. I want you to call me anytime, for anything. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
“I know, I feel so helpless. It’s like I went from being an adult, their parent, to being one of them.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Sally asked. “You never got to be their age, have the reckless bliss of being a teenager, because you gave everything up for them. They needed you, Gloria needed you, and you sacrificed, skipped over years of your life for them. Now, they’re living the years that you skipped. You’re immersed in it, and they don’t need you the way they use to, so why wouldn’t you enjoy life, the years you missed, with them?”
“Yeah, but Sally, I did it again, with Evan, I was with him, again. We spent two hours in bed, and I think I called him Bobby. Fuck, what is wrong with me?”
“Nothing, honey, nothing at all,” Sally said. “Sit down and take a few deep breaths.”
“How do you know I’m not sitting already?”
“I know you,” Sally said, “you’re walking back and forth, ready to throw something.”
“Okay, I’m sitting at my desk now, breathing, but I still called out my brother’s name while my son was—”
“Candy, Evan is Bobby, he represents everything that Bobby was. After years of suffering with John, Evan is like your first love all over again. He makes you feel the things you felt with Bobby, and you’re in love with him the same way. You can’t admit it because he’s your stepson, but it’s true. You love him, the way you love Cindy, you’re in love the way you never got to be after Bobby and me.”
Candy opened her mouth to protest but nodded in stunned silence. “Did you study psychology, too, while you were gone?”
“Baby, you don’t need a degree to see it. Just forget the relationship, the titles, stepson, niece, and look into your heart. You’re in love, and those feelings will never go away.”
“But I can’t keep fucking my son and niece and be their mother, the adult. And Gloria, shit, Sally, I’m such a horrible mother. She’d hate me if she found out.”
“You sure about that?”
“Of course, she has a crush on him. It would be like what John did to Evan when he had a crush on me. It broke the boy’s heart, and he had to live with it, watch his father have what he wanted.”
“Candy, let’s deal with John first. For now, just stay away from Cindy and Evan, and we’ll figure out how to handle John.”
“You make it sound so ominous.”
“Yeah, um, I’ll be there tomorrow, and we’ll figure it out. Okay?”
“I guess,” she said. “When I’m with you, talking to you, I feel like it is okay, but once I’m alone that sense of hopeless dread creeps back.”
“Don’t be alone,” Sally said. “Avoid Evan and Cindy, but don’t be alone. Spend time with Deana.”
“Deana, ah, yeah, that’s good.” If you want more problems, Candy thought.
“You just relax. Everything is going to work out,” Sally said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”