Chapter 8: Groundhog Day

Evan found his house surprisingly quiet, and that was a relief because he didn’t want to see or speak to anybody. He went straight to his room, got naked and got in his bed. He was exhausted, yet his mind was buzzing with excitement. He’d finally gotten laid. What a rush, he thought, and started replaying it in his head.

It had been incredible. Spontaneous, dangerous sex was amazing. Sex with Stacey was great, but they usually had to plan it, pick a time and a spot, then hurry up. That morning, he hadn’t planned it, expected it or even imagined it could have happened the way it did. He’d been fucked by Jason’s sister while their mother was home, and as it turned out, she hadn’t even been asleep.

He had walked into the kitchen, and there she was sipping coffee. It scared him, but he stood there talking to Becky’s mother, knowing he’d just had sex with her daughter. How close had they been to getting caught in the act?

As he got more comfortable in Ms. Mary’s presence, a strange boldness started to manifest. He deliberately conjured up images of Becky’s crotch lowering on his erection, challenging Ms. Mary to read his mind. The only way he could explain what it was like would be to say, it was like the moment in Groundhog Day when Bill Murray realized it didn’t matter what he did because tomorrow morning it wouldn’t have happened. He could have said, “I just fucked Becky,” and it wouldn’t have mattered what her mother said. He thought he was going to get a hard-on right there in front of Ms. Mary.

Evan had gotten away with a major impropriety. He should have been satisfied, relaxed and ready to rest, but he lay there on his back, reliving the moment his dick finally broke through the tight ring at the mouth of Becky’s pussy and slid up into her body. He gasped when her hot body surrounded his cock head. Sex is addictive, he thought, especially risky, dangerous sex with someone you shouldn’t be having sex with. That’s probably why people have affairs.

He wasn’t a better person because of what he’d done, but for the moment, he didn’t care. He closed his eyes and ignored his morals for now, anyway. There would be plenty more opportunities to “do the right thing”, as his father always told him.

He was really going to have to focus on the tumbler now because Becky was off limits for him. Once was enough, wasn’t it?

Jason held his face in both hands and squeezed. My sinuses are probably filled with all that dirt I breathed in last night, he thought. He rubbed his itchy eyes and looked over at the empty cot. Evan wasn’t there, and he was glad because he needed a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. Once should have been enough.

The thing that happened in the kitchen with Becky wasn’t supposed to happen again. He knew if it did, they’d end up falling back into their old ways. If that happened, eventually they would get careless and busted. Hadn’t that already happened?

Becky caught him totally off guard; he was weak and horny when he came out of the shower. She came out of her room and walked right into him. He was wearing a towel; she had her hair in pigtails. In that instant, Becky reminded him of Billy Joe. If he could just date Becky’s blonde doppelganger, then he wouldn’t be tempted by Becky. Fuckin’ ticket girl! He hadn’t even been able to get Billy Joe’s phone number.

After what Becky had done in the kitchen, he should have recognized it as one of her staged, “Oops, I didn’t know you were up,” moments. Hadn’t he? That’s probably why he didn’t give himself time to think. They hadn’t even closed her door, and she was on her knees sucking him off; it was amazing. His sister gave head like her initials should be BJ. She seemed to get off on doing a great job and taking a ridiculous amount of cock down her throat. He came quickly and hurried to his room. He was grateful he hadn’t fucked her. He wouldn’t do that. Thank God mom is home today.

Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Memorial Day, he thought. He wished school ended after Memorial day so they could get an extra holiday, like his Yankee cousins. They were still out of school in August. Stay focused, he told himself. Becky is dangerous, and Tuesday, when their mother went back to work, he wouldn’t be safe. He wondered if that really mattered to him as much as he thought.

“Evan!” His body was jolted by the sound of Deana’s voice, “Evan!”

Evan opened his eyes and tried to understand what was happening, but he didn’t even know what day it was and hardly knew where he was. Deana’s tone wasn’t friendly, that was clear. Could she know he had been fucking her best friend in his dream? Why was she sitting on him with that look on her face? “Dammit, Evan,” she said and waved something.

He waited a few more seconds and took it all in. Her knees were against his sides, spurring him. His sister was wearing a button up flannel shirt, unbuttoned at the top, but secured from her breast to her crotch, thankfully hiding everything he didn’t want to see. What was she waving at him? “Deana, why are you sitting on me?”

“Because,” she said, and held a Seventeen magazine in front of his face. “I know boys have to do gross things, but oh my god, don’t you have something better to look at when you do it?”

Somehow his brain instantly knew what she was talking about and his cheeks flushed. “Dee, I can explain.” He couldn’t, but he needed to say something. Really, he needed to make her move because what was happening would be far more embarrassing than what happened to her magazine.

“Go on, explain,” she said. “This ought to be good.”

“I wasn’t looking at it,” he said. Shit, if she gets up now she’s gonna see it and know for sure what a pervert I am.

“Pervert!” She straightened up and put more weight on his groin. “Lucky I found it and not Gloria or mom.”

“Would that be more embarrassing?” he said. “Could it be?”

“Um, not sure, I’ve never had anything this embarrassing happen to me.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I swear, I didn’t do what you think.”

She looked at the magazine, then back at him. “I’m sure you did do ... what I think.”

“But not––”

“Don’t let it happen again,” his sister said.

After another painful second, Deana lifted her left leg and rotated on her right knee so her back was to him, then she was on her feet. There were less acrobatic maneuvers she could have used to get off the bed, but he hadn’t been paying attention. He had more important things to worry about. He quickly rolled on his side before she turned towards him. “Dee, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”

“And give up the best leverage you’ve ever given me? No, definitely not. One day I’ll need something from you.”

“Great.”

Deana walked to the door, turned back, and said, “See yah.”

After the door closed, he carefully returned to his previous position and looked at the sheet where his cock bulged. Even with the evidence right there in front of his eyes, he found it hard to believe his sister could have intentionally sat on his dick. The discolored circle was halfway down his shaft. He smelled it, then tasted it. Deana had been wet! What was she wearing under that shirt, or not wearing? His brain swirled with all the possibilities. He expected to be seeking, “Immediate medical attention,” in four hours.

Just when he thought his mother’s red panties, Miss Tonya and Becky were the height of ridiculously bizarre, Deana had doubled-down. Why wasn’t she reading him like she always seemed to? Didn’t she understand how much he wanted to break the rule that he swore he’d never break? It was dangerous to play with fire.

Maybe one evil thought did open the door to worse? Deana closed her bedroom door and leaned her back against it like she could hold the demons outside. It was the same position she’d taken after listening outside the bathroom door while her brother jerked off, except the evil forces had gained strength. Her breathing was too fast and she shook, trembled really, envisioning the hard bulge. When she sat up straight, it crushed her sensitive pussy and her lips spread. Her brother’s stiff cock had touched the inside of her body.

Curiosity, that’s all it was, she told herself. It wasn’t like it really touched me, there was a sheet between us. She threw herself on the bed and started crying. Who was she kidding?

When she barged into Evan’s room, she was disgusted by the crusty deposit on her magazine, but before she could unload on him, a movement caught her attention. She moved to the edge of the bed and stared. Her brother’s penis was growing, lifting the sheet like he sensed her presence and wanted her the way she needed him. Her mind betrayed her and told her what to do. Her heart started racing as she removed her shorts and underwear. She was soaked before she was on him. When she sat, he felt bigger than he had under her foot. Why didn’t her body know Evan was flesh and blood, and dry up like a desert?

What if he finds my shorts and panties under his bed? Her body jerked with a sob as she hugged her pillow. Evan loved her the way she loved him, she could feel that. She could also feel how much he wanted her, and how hard he was fighting it. He was scared of what would happen if he let himself go. She was scared of that too, but a greater fear motivated her.

At the mall, Darlene spotted Becky sitting on a bench, her eyes going in every direction except the one Darlene was approaching from. It was easy to see how excited she was. Darlene was excited, too. She had seen a lot of things, and done more, but never seen somebody fuck their brother. Mm, that’s so taboo, she thought, and her pussy started getting warm.

Becky got up and started towards her. “What took you so long?” Becky asked. “I’ve been sitting on this bench for ––” she looked at her phone–– “like forever.”

“You know the bus hardly runs near my house, especially on weekends. I can’t stay long because the next bus is the last one and I don’t feel like thumbing a ride.”

“That sucks!” Becky said.

“It does, but I’m here, so let’s see it,” she said. “You did it, right?”

“I did ... ah, sort of,” Becky said. “I wish we had a monitor or something bigger than this screen. Maybe we can go into a store and hooked the camera to one of the TVs? This tiny viewer doesn’t do it justice. We need a big screen, HD for this. Hard Dick.” She giggled.

Darlene knew something was amiss because Becky was talking without taking a breath. “Sit,” she said. “You want to get arrested? I told you you have to be extremely careful with that. Nobody can ever see it or one or both of you will end up in jail.”

“I know, I know, but still—”

“You are seriously jacked up, Becky. How many times have you watched it?”

“Only twice ... ah, since I’ve been here.”

“No wonder,” Darlene said shaking her head. “You must be horny enough to screw that mannequin over there.”

Becky glanced to her right and said, “Or worse.”

Darlene didn’t want to know what worse could be, so she said, “Give me. Let me see it. You’re cut off. Watch that fat guy or something.”

“Shut up,” Becky said.

Darlene took the camera from Becky and pressed play, then adjusted the angle so there wasn’t a glare. Her chest muscles knotted.

“It’s already at the place things really get started,” Becky said.

The picture was small but it was crystal clear, and it wasn’t Jason. She stared at Evan’s muscled, dark body. He had just the right amount of black hair on his chest in that sexy line of hair running from below his belly button into his shorts. “What happened? This isn’t Jason,” she said without looking away from the screen.

“I told you, sort of,” Becky said. She sounded disappointed.

“I thought you needed the camera to video Jason and you?”

“I did, Becky said. “I still do. There was a problem. Evan stayed over.”

“Looks like you solved that problem, sort of.” Darlene tried not to let her face show that Evan’s dick had just popped out of his shorts. Her juices started flowing. He was a hunk, she already knew that, but she didn’t want him to have a beautiful cock, too. She loved dicks that got so hard the veins throbbed against the stretched skin and curved back towards the guy’s stomach. They were designed to slide right in and hit spots a straight dick missed. She could almost feel those bulging veins snapping across the narrow ring at the entrance of her cunt hole.

“That’s Evan,” Becky said. “I’ve wanted that to happen ever since I’ve known him. Well, at least since I knew what that was. I gave Jason head, but I couldn’t do him while Evan was there. Not the way I need it to happen. It has to happen a certain way. I’ve dreamed of it a certain way forever. Evan’s a stud and look at that thing. It killed me. In a good way, but man.”

That kind of cock might have been designed to slide right in her, but it didn’t look like it was going to fit in Becky. Darlene wished the camera had been directly behind Becky’s ass so she could watch Evan entering Becky’s sweet little hole. “Did you record it? Where is Jason and––”

“I didn’t get it,” Becky said. “I’m sorry it just didn’t happen right. I opened my door to go get him, but he was right there and I had to do it fast. You know, before he chickened out or Evan came. I couldn’t turn the camera on.”

“You gonna do it tonight?”

“Tomorrow night, it’ll have to happen tomorrow night.”

“What’s wrong with tonight?” Darlene said.

“Aren’t you watching that?” Becky said. “I’m sore, plus, my mother is off tomorrow so she’ll stay up too late.”

“Why did you fuck him so hard?” Darlene knew Becky was annoyed that she wasn’t sharing her excitement, but she was more annoyed that Evan was such a good fuck.

“I couldn’t help it. It was so good and you know how I am. I’ve never gotten off so many times having sex. You know, regular sex with a dick.” Becky glanced impatiently at the camera. “What’s wrong with Evan?”

“Doesn’t look like anything is wrong with him,” Darlene said knowing she couldn’t get into it with Becky or anyone else, except Ms. Style. “This is amazing. I was expecting Jason, that’s all. You talk so much about it, I was excited to see it. To see you doing your brother for the first time. That’s the most exciting thing I could ever imagine.” It wasn’t, but it was definitely on her list of must-sees.

“It’s gonna happen,” Becky said, “But that was on my bucket list too, and it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I know,” Darlene said. “I’m sorry, I should be happy with you. This is incredible. I wish I had time to take you someplace and––”

“We can go where the bedroom sets are in Dillard’s?” Becky perked up. “That’s on my bucket list, too.”

“You sure are fun to have around,” Darlene said as Evan started shooting inside Becky. “How did that feel? He just came in you.”

“How did you know?” Becky said.

“I’ve seen a lot of guys cum; it’s obvious.”

“I came so hard I saw spots. That’s when I really started punishing myself.”

“I can see that.” Darlene pushed the stop button and handed the camera back to Becky. “I told you it was amazing when they pop off inside you. Keep that until you’re done. It will be okay with Ms. Style.”

“Thanks,” Becky said. “You won’t be disappointed next time.”

“I can’t wait. Come on, let’s go get your skirt before I have to catch my bus.”

A thunderstorm had ended twenty minutes earlier, but there were still ominous, purple clouds out in front of Evan’s car. They were quickly moving to the northeast and the sun was starting to shine. Both of his windows were down and the thick air was buffeting his hair. It smelled crisp and clean. He watched the steam rising from the pavement as it dried. He loved how it felt after a quick summer storm. It reminded him of simpler times.

When he finally got out of bed that morning, he thought he’d find his sister and ask her why she did it. Face her; get it over with like a book report, and clear the air the way they had after the thing in the bathroom, then he could enjoy the rest of the summer.

That’s what he thought he would do, but when he saw Deana, she acted like nothing happened. If she hadn’t even noticed, and he brought it up, then he’d be admitting he got a hard-on because his sister was sitting on him. He chose not to say anything because it didn’t matter if she knew, if she planned it, if she was just being funny or if she wanted to have sex with him. If he said nothing and did nothing, then it would all go away, but he had to stop thinking about it.

He had finally gotten laid, and it had made him forget all about Deana and his mother. Fucking was the answer to all his problems, except the problem he was going to have getting Rebecca alone and keeping the secret from his all-knowing sister. Wait a minute, he thought. Why doesn’t Deana know how I feel about her?

He decided it was probably hormones or some girl thing related to her period. Or, maybe she didn’t really read him the way he always thought she did? It didn’t matter now, he was going to that spot on the creek behind Doc Davey’s farm. He was hoping it would be as exciting as the last time. Of course, he was three years older and he would be alone this time, so it wouldn’t be a life-altering event. Would it?

The bus was almost empty, but Darlene went to the back and slid in next to the window. Evan’s body and erection were still on her mind. She wished she had handled it better. Poor Becky had been overwhelmed with excitement and she acted like it wasn’t a big thing. It was unfortunate that Becky couldn’t know how she felt about Evan. Becky did know how much she wanted to see her and Jason. It wasn’t normal to want to see incest, but neither was wanting to do it. Becky might be less normal than I am, she mused.

Darlene thought about what Becky did in the store, and wondered how she got the way she was. Darlene knew she acted the way she did because she had been through things that turned her into a freak, but Becky had a mother, the same mother who gave birth to her. She had a father, too. Even if he left and Becky never got to see him anymore, he sent birthday and Christmas presents. He supported them and she knew where he was, and most of all, who he was.

It wasn’t that Darlene wanted a mother, it was too late for that, but she did want to find her mother. At least meet the woman once, so she could ask her why she had abandoned her. Darlene had heard the reason from people who were just supposing and from the woman who was supposed to be her mother’s sister, but she wanted to hear it directly from the person who had caused her life to turn out the way it had. What kind of person gives up their daughter and leaves her sister not knowing where she is?

Darlene thought about Becky and Jason and wondered what it would be like to have a brother. If she had a real brother would she have sex with him? Maybe she already had and didn’t know it was her brother?