Chapter 5: You’ve Got The Devil Inside

It was the end of the last full day before finals, and Evan walked behind Darlene with no intention of trying to speak to her. He was just enjoying her ass. There would only be one more time before summer to see her, and that would be during the Social Studies final. He’d miss her bodacious body even though the redhead didn’t give a flying fuck about him. He should be mad at her. Somehow, she seemed responsible for all the weird stuff happening in his life. Hadn’t it all started that day Deana talked to him about Darlene and asked him, “What if we just met now for the first time?”

Outside, Evan was surprised and thrilled to see the tumbler was in those skin-like black pants again. He followed her and Deana toward the car without letting them know he was there. Deana was in blue jeans, and there was an oval of frayed white thread that opened and closed each time her right butt cheek dipped down. Before his sane brain could shut the thought down, Evan imagined slipping his finger inside and wiggle-worming it toward his sister’s pussy. Damn it. He stopped watching the hole and concentrated on Rebecca’s ass. She might as well have been naked with those pants on. He was getting hard before they reached his car.

“Where’s Evan?” Rebecca asked.

“I don’t know,” Deana said and started turning around. “Shit! Are you stalking us?”

“No, just following,” he said. “It’s amazing you two are on time for once.”

“He was probably staring at your fabulous ass,” Rebecca said.

“Shut up,” Evan and Deana said simultaneously.

He flipped his seat up to let Rebecca get in. Rebecca put one foot and her head inside the car, then paused, glancing back at Evan. He grabbed the leg that was outside the car and moved his hands up. She had every opportunity to say something or fall into the car like she normally would, but Rebecca held firm and let him grope her. He squeezed her ass and moved his hand inward. She matched his dare by pushing back. It was a hot handful of pussy, and it made him say, “Sure, I’ll watch your dumb flip class.”

“It’s not dumb,” Rebecca protested.

At home, Candy paced back-and-forth across her bedroom. The bra-less antics had been the shameful acts of a woman desperate for validation and attention. A few years earlier, she’d been amused, even flattered by Evan’s crush, but Candy knew he was just a boy, even though she called him her little man.

Candy opened the box on her bed, and her chest tightened around her heart. The idea that had popped into her head like a passing thought was inappropriate, irrational, and potentially illegal, so she rejected it as insanity. Unfortunately, like evil thoughts tend to do, it festered in Candy’s mind. She played with the idea and let it grow into a fantasy but never considered the danger because it wasn’t something she would actually do. A grown-up, a wife and mother of three wouldn’t do such a thing.

Plenty of time, she thought, and picked up the box, carrying it like a ticking bomb. It probably won’t work anyway, she told herself, like that made trying okay.

Her computer screen showed the front porch and driveway. Thanks to John, nobody could sneak up on Candy, and thanks to Zachary, she knew exactly what to do and did it quickly.

When everything was done, a flock of butterflies swarmed in her stomach like that night when the power went out. Candy might have grown up and gotten bored with her sneaky-peeky ways if her life had taken a different course. Instead, the door on who she was had been slammed and barred because she suddenly became a mommy. Responsibility forced Candy to be a grown-up and plunged her into a life she hadn’t been prepared for. She acted the part, and the years had passed. Everybody had been fooled, but in those quiet, lonely times, Candy’s sub-conscience told her she was a fake. There was something hidden in her heart.

This isn’t my fault, Candy thought. John’s neglect had been killing the woman she pretended to be, and Evan’s passionate touches had revived the little girl his father had killed years ago. Years of unfulfilled desires bubbled in the center of her being, ready to pour out into her panties. Candy started removing her clothes, and when she was nude, she clicked the mouse. An image of a naked woman’s backside filled the monitor. Looking back at the harmless clock radio on John’s desk, Candy said, “You’ve got the devil inside.” She could hardly catch her breath.

Sneaky-peeky had been released from captivity. Candy grabbed her crotch and watched her orgasm happen on the computer screen. Seven years of repressed passion covered her fingers and spilled down her inner thighs.

Miss Daphne’s gymnastics studio was a large, prefab metal building that could have just as easily been a race shop instead of a gymnastics class. The roll-up doors were closed, and the air conditioner was on full blast. Most of the area was covered with thick, blue mats. There were three trampolines, a balance beam, and two sets of parallel bars. Evan felt like a pervert sitting on the floor with Deana next to the mats, staring at twenty girls in spandex. He knew why he’d want to return, but what did Deana get out of this?

Four feet in front of him, Bobby Sue, a senior who worked for Miss Daphne, demonstrated different moves. She smiled at him, and leaned back, arching until her hands were on the mat and her spandex-crushed pussy was in Evan’s face. He could clearly see each lip and the groove down the middle, and he wanted to shove his cock into it. A thousand positions flashed through his mind as different girls bent and folded themselves. He had no idea the body was that flexible. He’d definitely be back to gymnastics. It was better than Deana’s volleyball games.

At Home

When Deana and Evan entered the house, he said, “Gloria, you ever think of taking gymnastics?” Deana didn’t say anything, but her scowl said, Pervert!

“Mom,” he said, “I should get brownie points for taking Deana to Rebecca’s practice and waiting for her.”

“Hold on!” Deana interrupted. “He loved every minute of it. You should have seen him when Bobby Sue did a back-bend-kick-over, he almost—”

“Evan,” his father said, “you can drop them off and pick them up, but that’s all. And spend some time with Gloria. There’s no reason she shouldn’t be just as good as the other girls. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Evan said mechanically and gave Deana the evil eye. Bobby Sue’s camel-toe would have to go on without his eyes burning a hole through her tights.

Later, Evan called Jason and gave him a blow-by-blow account of gymnastics. He might have embellished a little about Bobby Sue’s interest in him, and he didn’t mention that his father told him not to go back. Jason told him to check his email for a link he had sent, but Evan had a date with his tutor, Deana. They studied until bedtime, then Evan went down to the basement.

After twenty minutes of stretching and warm-ups, Evan went full contact, trying to break the heavy bag. When he got winded, he dug a little deeper and found a few more kicks. Sweat dripped from his head onto his bare chest and ran over his rippled abs. He caught his breath and focused his anger, envisioning his target.

“Count to three, but kick at two,” Cindy would coach him. “Surprise yourself.” His foot shot forward, kicking the bottom of the bag with an upward blow that lifted it. He drove his knee into the side, sending the bag swinging. “No matter how big they are, the kick will drop them, and a knee to their face on their way down will make sure they don’t get up.” Cindy didn’t play.

Pouring his energy out had removed Evan’s anger and relaxed his mind. He decided too much thinking had gotten him confused. He was reading into things that weren’t so. There wasn’t anything going on except teenage hormones on herbal supplements and porn. His mother and his sisters weren’t trying to turn him on. The tumbler definitely was, but Evan could worry about that when the time came.

It was late, and Evan still needed to shower, so he climbed the basement stairs. At the top of the stairs, Deana stepped into the doorway. He stopped one step from the landing. Their eyes were level. “What are you doing up?” he asked.

“I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry I opened my big mouth in front of Dad.”

“It’s cool,” he said. “I probably wouldn’t have gone again anyway.”

“Still, I’m sorry,” Deana said and pressed her lips to Evan’s.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it felt longer. He didn’t know what to say, so Evan stood there with his mouth hanging open. His sister smiled and said, “I was just doing what you did for me, giving you something else to think about. Oh, and you need a shower.”

The next day at school, after his math final, Evan was sitting on the brick wall in front of the school. Jason kicked his foot and said, “Did you watch it?”

“Huh,” Evan said, “watch what?”

“Your lights are on, but nobody’s home,” Jason said, sitting next to him. “Didn’t you click that link I sent you?”

“Shoot, I forgot,” he said.

“What the fuck. I sent you porn and you forgot to watch it.”

“Sorry, I will, it’s just been crazy.”

“Dude, you got to see it. You’ll bust a nut on your laptop.”

“I do everything I can to prevent that from happening, but I’ll watch it later anyway.”

Jason scratched his chin. “What’s wrong?”

“Phew, I’m losing my mind,” Evan said. “I got to ace my finals or I’ll be walking all summer. I gotta get ready to race that car. Rebecca let me grab her pussy. Deana kissed me, and I think my mom is trying to get me to make a move on her.”

Jason jumped off the wall and faced Evan. “Back up, rewind, replay the tape. You already lost your mind, so don’t worry about that. Deana kissed you! Hold on, you better start explaining.”

Evan told his friend about when he kissed his sister to make a point, the ass judging, the ass massage, the second kiss Deana gave him, and all about his mom’s sexy dressing and not having a bra on.

“You lucky fucker! Your mom ... without a bra! Holy shit, Dude, I’ve seen her headlights on with a bra and I all most came. She’s got grapes under there. Man, and that J-low ass of hers. What are you waiting for? Which one of them are you gonna do first?”

“Jeez ... Jason, this is real life, my life, not some porno. Real people don’t do it with their sister or mother.”

Jason looked around and said, “I bet a lot of people do ... do it.”

“Name one.”

“Um, well ... they’re not going to advertise, but it happens a lot. Think about it, horny, really horny teenagers living together. How could it not happen? And think about all those hot stepmoms. We’re like dogs in heat.”

Evan said, “It’s not supposed to happen.”

“So!” Jason said. “Lots of things aren’t supposed to happen. So what. Shit, we’re not supposed to do it until we get married, yet we start getting boners every five minutes when we’re too young for marriage. Whose fucked up idea was that?”

“So we should just do whatever, like dogs, and not worry about it?” Evan said.

“I didn’t say that. We have brains. We shouldn’t knock up our sisters, but if they’re horny too ... then why not?”

“Oh, so you did Becky or at least got head?”

“I didn’t say that, but—”

“See, when the shoe is on the other foot, it’s a different story,” Evan said.

“That’s stupid,” Jason said. “What do shoes have to do with sex? Who puts the shoe on the other foot? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Nothing makes sense,” Evan said. “I’m not allowed to fool around with Rebecca, but Deana stands there and lets me feel up her ass right in front of her. Rebecca didn’t even try to move away when my finger went between her legs.”

“Dude, I got three words for you.” Jason held up three fingers. “Threesome!”

“Idiot, that’s one word.”

“Ah, yeah, it is, but you know what I mean. Three, three, threesome, what a wonderful thing. Shit, imagine you, Deana and the tumbler, that’s three.”

“Stop,” Evan said. “I have enough trouble with my own perverted mind. I don’t need your help. Probably be a dog involved.”

“You’re the one who wants to be a star,” Jason said. “Pile ‘em up, flip ‘em over and turn the tumbler upside down. Hey, don’t forget to watch that clip I sent you.”

Evan let out a long sigh. “I will, tonight.”

“What are you doing the rest of the day?”

“I’m taking Gloria to practice. I’ve been coaching her, and I run while I’m at the ballpark.”

Jason nodded his head. “I bet you’re running, running off all that sexual tension at your house. Fuck, I got to see your mom without a bra. She has the most amazing tits in the history of moms. Imagine titty fucking her.”

“No, jackass, I don’t,” Evan lied. “I’m getting ready for racing. I have to build up my endurance and get my mind focused on finals and racing.”

“I heard sex is the best exercise there is.”

“Thanks,” Evan said and got up. “I’ll keep that in mind. I gotta go get Gloria. Don’t forget, Saturday after next, races. Make sure your mom’s cool with me staying over, and make up a cover story in case my mom calls her.”

At the ballpark, Gloria’s team was divided into three groups on the field. One doing sprints, another batting practice, and the last group, which Gloria was in, catching fly balls, some of the time. Evan watched from outside the chain-link fence, hoping the coach didn’t ask him to help. He wanted to run. He was up to two miles, but three was his goal. Then he’d do sets of fifty sit-ups and twenty-five pull-ups. The best drivers in NASCAR were the ones who stayed in shape.

The days he’d spent helping Gloria get better at softball were revealing. He’d been watching all the girls carefully. They were filling out now. Most were still awkward with the boys and naive about their power over them, but not all of them. There were three in particular who acted like they knew what they had and how to use it. He didn’t like it.

Gloria, Alex, and Jayda, “The Softball Sisters,” as they called themselves, all seemed to dislike softball equally, and that was obvious during games, but they were aware. His sister’s best friend, Jayda, appeared to be their leader, but Gloria had the body. She also had a presence and maturity that Evan didn’t usually see at home.

The clip-clop, clip-clop of flip-flops on the hard ground caught Evan’s ear, but before he turned around, somebody leaped onto his back. “Surprise!”

“Becky,” he said. Her thighs settled above his hips. “What are you doing?”

Becky crossed her ankles and locked her legs around his waist. “Came with my friend, Brittany. She plays. What are you doin’?”

“Watchin’ or helping my little sister.”

“Short, maybe,” Becky said, “but I wish I was little like her everywhere else. That girl has got it going on.”

“Yeah,” he said and backed up to the bleachers.

When Becky touched down, she got the message and let go. Evan turned around and looked down at her. Obviously, he hadn’t been paying attention to Jason’s sister for a while. Her hair wasn’t in pigtails, which made Becky look at least her age. Her shiny, chestnut hair hung in front of her nipples, which were hard and pointy. That wasn’t anything new, but she had sprouted a handful of breasts to support those pointy caps. They even had a slight jiggle when she moved. Damn, he had been sure Becky would be flat-chested, but maybe she was a late bloomer and would have amazing tits like her mother. She really should be wearing a bra.

Evan looked away from Becky’s tits and saw the red toenails with silver stars on them. “Nice,” he said.

Becky’s bottom teeth raked across her top lip, pulling it in and then slowly releasing it. “You really like them?”

“I do. It’s very creative.”

“Thanks, it took a long time.” Her teeth grabbed her lip again. He started seeing Becky differently after the masturbating thing, but now Evan couldn’t even remember the annoying, childish version of Becky. What changed?

For the next ten minutes, Evan mostly listened to Becky, watching her lips carefully while replaying Jason’s words, “I’d at least get head... “ She had a wide, sexy mouth that he imagined would give a good blow job.

“Want something,” Evan asked and pointed.

Becky shrugged her shoulders and gave him an impish grin. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

At the concession stand, Evan got a Coke for himself and a soft ice cream cone for Becky. The sight of her pink tongue deliberately snatching off the swirl of white, sent a shiver down his spine. Her mouth opened wide and she twisted the cone while drawing it out of her mouth. He realized how large her mouth was in proportion to her face, and he wanted to be that ice cream. Nobody eats ice cream like that, but he doubted she was trying to be seductive. He was just horny, and all of Jason’s talk had put ideas in his head.

Becky interrupted the assault on the phallic ice cream and planted her frozen lips on Evan’s cheek. “Thank you.”

With the wet kiss evaporating, he lost focus and forgot who she really was. “My pleasure,” he said, like a boy with a crush.

“Time to go,” said a girl with a black ponytail sticking out the back of her ball cap.

“Really,” Becky said, rotating back and forth from him to the girl.

“Yup,” the sweaty girl said. “I hate to break up—”

“Okay,” Becky said. “Brittany, this is Evan. He’s Jason’s friend. That’s his blue car over there.”

“Hello,” Brittany said. “Come on, Becky, my mom will get pissy if she has to wait.”

“Thanks for the ice cream,” Becky said. “See ya.” She pulled her friend along, chatting excitedly.

Two Weeks Later

The school year was essentially over, and Evan was confident he wouldn’t be walking all summer, thanks to Deana. Tomorrow, they’d get their grades and listen to the principal telling them to be safe and read books or some shit that nobody would listen to, then two glorious months without alarm clocks or homework.

The previous two weeks, Evan had put all his energy and concentration toward studying, taking finals, coaching Gloria, working out and staying out of the hamper. Things had gotten too weird with Deana’s panties that night after the massage, and he’d sworn them off and wasn’t even masturbating. Evan decided sniffing panties had caused all of his problems, but he still didn’t agree with Jason; he didn’t want to do his sister.

After school, Evan changed clothes and took Gloria to the ballpark, again. When they got out of the car, Gloria said, “I don’t see your girlfriend. Maybe you can help with practice today.”

“What?”

“You know, Becky.”

“For your information, Becky is not my girlfriend. She’s Jason’s sister.”

“Whatever,” she said and took off with her bag.

Evan smiled and thought, she’ll grow out of it or get a boyfriend who makes her forget about him. He’d grown out of his crush on Candy.

“Hi,” Becky said and all but hung on him. “This is my friend, Abby.”

“Hi,” Abby said. “Nice car.”

“Thanks,” Evan said to the dirty blond girl whose hair looked like she’d ridden there with her head out the window. She was a little heavy, but the weight settled in the right places. She’d have potential if she kept growing in those areas.

They went to the bleachers, Evan sat, and Becky pranced in front of him. Her cut-off jeans were so short that the ends of the pockets hung from the leg holes. They reminded him of a crude thing they did in grade school. He’d ask a girl if she’d rather kiss dog shit or between a rabbit’s ears. Of course, the girl chose the rabbit, and he’d pull out his pockets and say, “Start kissing.”

Evan reached for a long thread that hung near Becky’s crotch than her hip and pulled it.

“Ooh,” Becky said, touching the front of her thigh. “Be careful, they might unravel ... then I’d be naked.” She giggled.

I guess she doesn’t wear panties, he thought but pretended he hadn’t even heard her. Becky poured on the flirtatious gesturing for her friend’s sake and even bought Evan a Coke when she got a cherry ice, and ate it until he was excited. She offered him a taste. “It’s cherry,” Becky said and pushed her lips out. Her friend, Abby, scooted to the edge of the bleacher, anxious to see if he’d take the bait.

Maybe that was why Evan did it, to make Becky feel good in front of her friend. His lips grabbed hers, and his tongue swept across them. “They’re cold,” he said.

“I know what would warm them up,” Abby said. “More kissing.”

Becky gave Abby a look Evan couldn’t interpret, so he said, “Better not. I gotta go.”

Evan walked quickly around the back of the concession stand to the boy’s room, wishing he hadn’t let himself get caught up in the schoolgirl games. There wasn’t any way it would amount to anything except a painful boner and frustration. Which was what he was already experiencing. He rinsed his face and took a few long breaths. Evan told himself to go do your running and forget about that space between Becky’s rabbit ears. Although, that seam cutting into the meat of her pussy wouldn’t easily be forgotten. He added Jason’s sister to the list of girls to avoid. Pretty soon he’d have to go live in a cave by himself.

With new resolve, Evan left the bathroom and ran right into Becky. “My lips are still cold,” she said, grabbing the bottom one with her teeth.

He backed up, but Becky matched each of his steps with her own until they were behind the L-shaped wall that blocked the view into the bathroom. She pressed him against the cinder block wall. The taste of cherry was still there, but Becky’s mouth was hot, and her tongue let Evan know she’d had plenty of practice kissing.

His hands went to her ass, lifting and grinding her against his hard-on. He could feel Becky’s hard nipples pressed into his chest, and he wanted to fuck Jason’s sister right there. “Uhhh.” He pushed back, but she held on. “Becky ... we should go. Jason—”

“I won’t tell him. I know how to keep secrets, big ones.”

“That’s good, you shouldn’t mention this,” he said.

“Just one more, then we can go.” She pushed up on her tiptoes with her lips puckered. They were sexy lips and Evan couldn’t resist.

His hands went back on Becky’s ass, and one of her legs wrapped around him. She was light, and if they were naked, it would be easy to slam her down on his erection. He could never be alone with her again. “Let’s go before your friend gets the wrong idea.” Or I fuck the shit out of you, Evan thought.

“Or the right idea.” Becky giggled and tugged her shorts out of her crack. “You kiss good.”

Evan didn’t respond. Deana, Gloria, and now Becky, why the hell couldn’t someone he could actually fuck kiss him?

That night, Evan was still thinking about how Becky had morphed into a little freak who made his dick hard. At least she didn’t live with him. He thought he had problems when Stacey moved or when he was chasing the unattainable, Darlene, but now he was fucked. His sisters were gorgeous flirts who seemed determined to fuck with his mind, and something had happened to his stepmom. Candy had always had the body of a porn star, Evan knew that, but now she wanted him to notice it. That afternoon, the last song he heard in the car had him singing, “Candy, she’s sweet like candy in my veins,” then he walked in the back door, and Candy kissed him. It was only on his cheek, but her sexy perfume made him lightheaded. She wore a teenager’s shirt that was too tight. Then, at dinner, Candy had on a normal loose-fitting Mom shirt. Could his mother be dressing sexy for him when his father was gone?

Evan blew out a long breath and reminded himself that it was teenage hormones on herbal supplements and too much porn, not a plot. There was no way all these females were conspiring to make him horny. It was all in his head, and he just needed to relieve himself. Not masturbating had been a bad idea. Evan went to his computer.

Jason’s house

Jason uncovered his naked body and reached for the log of flesh lying across his stomach. He squeezed it and forced blood into the head. Unlike Evan, Jason had no pretense about the object of his fantasies. He closed his eyes and pictured Becky when she came home from her friend’s ball game. His sister had scurried to her room so their mother wouldn’t see her, but he’d gotten an eye-full of those tattered shorts that couldn’t contain all of Becky’s ass and nipples erected by the air-conditioned kitchen. Their mother would have ripped his sister a new one for going out, “Half-naked, without a bra!” Jason had heard that enough times.

Becky had probably been flirtatious and seductive in her sneaky way for a long time, but since he’d gone into her room and shot his load, her ways had become a blatant assault on him. Jason closed his eyes and tugged on his dick.

In his imagination, Jason redirected the scene of Becky’s return from the ballpark. He intercepted her and pointed at those tiny cut-offs. “What would Mom say if she caught you in those?” The narrow denim inseam sliced into her plump pussy and spread it.

Becky hooked her thumbs in the pockets, twisted shyly on crossed feet, and said, “She’d say, ‘Jason, you should show your sister what happens to naughty little girls who dress like sluts.’”

Jason turned her around, yanked Becky’s shorts down, and bent her over the table. That fat cunt of hers posed for him between her thighs. Its inner pink glistened and spoke to him, “Take me.”

Fantasies mingled with REM sleep and turned to dreams. The boner Jason had been playing with hovered over his belly. Maybe he’d have a wet dream like Evan’s.

In Becky’s room, she pulled Papa Bear on top of her and wrapped her legs around him. The hard bulge Evan had ground against her pubic bone was missing, and she flung the giant prize from the county fair onto the floor. She had outgrown humping stuffed animals years ago. Five years ago, when she started persistently flirting with Evan, Becky might have been satisfied or even thrilled by the short make-out they had, but today it had only made her want more, a lot more. If Evan had tried, she would have let him take her behind the dirt pile or even fuck her right there against the wall. That was the kind of girl she was.

Ever since Becky could remember, she’d liked to do the things nice girls weren’t supposed to do. Her mother had been telling her, “Nice girls don’t touch themselves like that,” since the first time she caught Becky with her hand between her legs. If girls weren’t supposed to put their fingers there, then God should have given them shorter arms or made it so a wave of pleasure didn’t shoot through her body. At seven years old, she was already rubbing her pussy in the bathtub. Boys couldn’t even get hard at that age, and the wonder of orgasms would elude them for years after they could get wood, yet she was already making herself feel so good. Her poor brother suffered through their games without knowing the pure joy she was experiencing every time he licked her. Although, Jason never complained while she sucked his dick.

Becky thought once she was in high school Evan would take her seriously, but, like her brother, Evan was still holding out. Although high school had surprised her in one way, the older girls could be meaner than middle school girls. That turned out not to be such a bad thing for her, but that’s a story for another time. Now Becky had to find some relief for her aching pussy. Maybe there were some good veggies in the kitchen.

Evan’s House

Evan read Jason’s email, “Ask the Tumbler if she can do this.” He ignored the rest of the message, clicked the link, waited for a web page to load, and clicked “YES” to verify he was eighteen.

The video window showed a small, cute girl with light brown pigtails, sitting on a couch, looking at the TV. She bore an amazing likeness to Becky, and as the scene progressed, she reminded Evan of the old annoying version of Becky. The one he’d put up with for years.

A guy, who was the girl’s older brother’s friend, was supposed to be keeping an eye on her while her parents were out. The Becky look-a-like was flirting like crazy and making inappropriate advances, which the guy rejected. Why the hell does Jason want me to see this, Evan wondered?

The likeness ended when the pigtailed girl whipped off her shirt. Dark red nipples capped the peach-sized breast. The guy jumped up in shock, saying, “Put that back on. Your brother...”

Evan tried to imagine what he would do in that situation. His hand was wrapped around his boner, and a few days ago, he would have handled it right. If it was happening now, he’d be doing exactly what the guy was doing, pinching and twisting the inflamed tit caps.

The girl might have looked too young, but she handled a penis like the porn star she actually was. Surely, not the way Becky would handle one. The guy’s apprehension was gone, and he used the girl’s pigtails as reins and stuffed his dick into her face. She blew spit out around her stretched lips and took him down her throat.

Suddenly it made sense, “Ask the Tumbler... “ All the things Evan had seen at gymnastics class entered a new dimension of perversion. The well-muscled girl pranced on short, stout legs and did a naked handstand. Evan hadn’t imagined turning that girl upside down could make him want to fuck her more, but it did.