Chapter 12

“Bumfuck, Nowhere, population: 69,” Shannon grumped as they passed the township sign.

“Nice,” her stepfather Adrian responded from the front seat of the Jeep. “Littleton has thousands of residents, though, Shannon ... even its own movie theater.”

“Ooh, a mooovie theater!” she crooned. “Gosh-gee-willikers, what will they think of next?”

Evan didn’t blame his sister for being in a bad mood ... they’d driven all day, again, to reach their destination, and this time it wasn’t an awesome theme park, but his father’s hometown. “Looks like Smallville,” he remarked as they drove by corn fields ... then he realized that little meant small so it really was kind of like that, and he and his dad sort of had super powers. Did they come from glowing meteorites, or were they aliens? No, nothing so awesome, he mused, though maybe they were mutants like from those other comics?

“There’s the old water tower,” his dad pointed out the window. “Great place to make out.” He patted his wife’s hand with a wink.

Evan and Shannon rolled their eyes at each other, realized they’d synchronized their snark, and giggled.

Their dad continued, “Corner store, uh, which is now a sex shop? Huh.” Then they pulled into ... another Super 8. Dead tired from the long, boring drive, they went to their rooms and quickly fell asleep.

Their dad drove them around town, pointing out his old foster house, the school, his favorite basketball court, and finally, the lake on the edge of town. The family quickly stripped down to their bathing suits to sun and swim.

“We’re gonna go for a walk,” Shannon informed their parents as she beckoned Evan after her, his eyes locked on the brunette’s rounded ass in her trademark tight shorts.

Celia watched them go, mentally kicking herself for not suggesting it herself, and now she was stuck with her husband while her body yearned for Evan’s cum. “Adrian, you wanna have some fun in the back seat?” She gestured to the Jeep.

“Hell yeah!”

Once they were out of sight, the stepsiblings held each other’s hands as they strolled down the trail. Being a Monday, the park wasn’t very busy and they managed to find a hollow within an overgrown copse of trees a little off the trail. Shannon grabbed Evan’s package through his trunks but when she tried pulling them down, he stepped back. Undeterred, she lowered her own shorts, her bikini bottoms coming for the ride, and bent over, holding onto a tree trunk and looking back at him with inviting eyes. “C’mon, stud.”

“We need a condom.”

“How about we start and then put one on when you get close?” She gave her plush butt a little shake.

“No, Shannon.”

Sighing, she reached down, pulled a packet out of her shorts, and handed it to him. However, she needed him to go down on her a bit before she lubed up enough to admit his manhood. “Erf,” she erfed as he pushed inside. Reaching around, he raised her bikini top to grope her C-cups as he worked on thrusting deeper. Soon, they were lining up their pleasure and she came as he lightly pinched her nipples. After she stopped shaking, she booty-bumped him, causing him to slip out, and then turned to lean back against the tree, her legs wide. “You think you can lift me up?”

He’d done it with Azure, pounding her into her bathroom door before he’d escaped her apartment, but the blonde prostitute was definitely shorter and slimmer than his stepsister ... not that Shannon was fat or anything, but she was voluptuous in a way skinny Azure wasn’t. “I’ll do my best.” He reached around, grabbed Shannon’s butt, and lifted her up. She helped by wrapping her thighs around his hips and he struggled to thrust into her, at one point spearing his dick into the tree.

She reached down and managed to angle him back inside. “Ooh, that’s nice,” she moaned as he thrust into her.

“Yeah.” It was feeling better with this new angle, and he moved his mouth to hers as they fucked.

A minute later, she moaned as she came again, her pussy squeezing, demanding his manly tribute. The problem, though, was that he wasn’t a manly man like his dad so his thighs were shaking trying to keep her aloft. “Can I lay down?” he asked. Gasping, she agreed, but when Evan pulled out, he found that the tip of the condom had ripped open. “Oh fuck!” He looked ... the tree had some jagged bark at hip height and he realized what had happened. He wondered if it was too late but, no, she had just cum, and the women he’d hooked couldn’t orgasm unless he came inside them. He thanked his lucky stars that he hadn’t been stronger, or on a shorter fuse.

Shannon pulled the condom off. “It’s okay ... just pull out.” She tried to direct him to the forest floor but he backed off.

“We need another condom!”

“They’re in my luggage,” she informed him. “C’mon...” Licking her lips, she dropped to her knees to jack his shaft.

“No!” He slapped her hand away. “I told you, I don’t like anyone touching my stuff.”

She sighed and looked up at him. “So are you saying I can never give you a blowjob? We’ll never have sex without a condom, even if I go on birth control? What kind of sexual relationship is that, Evan? I want to feel you spurting inside me, eventually.”

“I’m sorry, Shannon ... I can’t do that to you.”

She stood up, frowning. “To me? What the hell does that mean?”

“No, no, I, uh...” How could he explain this?

Huffing, she pulled on her bikini bottoms and shorts. “Let me know when you finally figure it out.” Then she stomped back to camp. When she saw her parents missing and the Jeep rocking back and forth, she growled, pulled off her shorts, and jumped into the lake.

“Hey hey, Andie!” Adrian greeted his sister-in-law and mostly secret former lover at her front door.

“Hello, Adrian,” she greeted him coolly, “and good to see you, Evan.” She waved Adrian through and gave the young man a hug, pressing her curvy, hourglass figure against him through her pretty blouse and skirt. “Oh, you remind me so much of your mother.”

He blushed. “Hi, Aunt Andrea.” He’d only met her a couple of times, the last at his mother’s funeral years ago.

“And Celia and Shannon, right? Come in ... so good to finally meet you.”

In her living room, Andrea mostly spoke with Evan and the ladies. While the brown-haired former cheerleader had had an intense relationship with Adrian back in the day, it ended abruptly when she got pregnant, though she wouldn’t know of her status for a few weeks after that; one day she was practically addicted to him, and the next, she was just kind of ‘meh’ about the guy. Then, in the following months came the changes to her body, some of which stuck around after giving birth: her larger breasts, currently D-cups like Celia, were welcome, though the price for her big milkers were stretch marks. Also, the flat tummy she’d earned from her cheer regimen had never fully recovered, leaving her with a rounded midsection. While she sometimes blamed Adrian for the corruption of her fit form, it had really been her fault for somehow forgetting to take her birth control pills for weeks while he’d regularly filled her increasingly-fertile body up with his sperm.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Evan asked and headed down the stairs. When he was done, he opened the door to find Celia right there. With a gasp, he allowed himself to be pushed back into the water closet. “Mom, not here...” She expertly unzipped him and pulled out his cock. “ ... and I just peed ... ohh...”

Her talented mouth quickly brought him to full size, and because he hadn’t cum with Shannon earlier, it took only another minute before he filled his stepmother’s mouth with hot sperm. She tucked him away, zipped him back up, gave him a peck on the cheek, and pushed him out the door, quickly closing and locking it behind. Then she found a cup and repeated what she’d done a couple days previous, laying down, raising her hips, and dripping his load straight into her overheated vagina, groaning in pleasure as she came hard.

“Were you with Mom in the bathroom?” Shannon asked as she came down the stairs.

Evan looked back at the door. “Uh, yeah, she needed my help to unzip.” He didn’t mention that he was the one who had been unzipped.

Shannon got up in his face and narrowed her eyes. “We may not be blood relatives, but I know when you’re keeping something from me ... what’s going on?”

He just shook his head. “Shannon...”

She turned away. “Fine ... no more ‘fun’ until you tell me the truth.” She headed back up the stairs.

With the women out of the room, Adrian steered the conversation to Andrea’s (and secretly his as well) daughter Tori.

“She’s been living with a man old enough to be her father,” she revealed. “I mean, good for her, as he’s loaded, but I hoped she’d go off to college and make something of herself, unlike...” She dropped the subject and took a gulp of wine.

“Uh, so what’re you doing for work these days?” he asked lamely.

“I work at the sex shop ... you probably saw it on the way into town.”

“Yeah ... how long’s the convenience store been gone?”

“Five years.”

“Jeez ... everything changes.”

As Shannon and Evan stepped back into the room, Andrea sighed. “Guess it does. So, Evan, is there a special woman in your life ... or man? No judgment.”

Evan rubbed the back of his neck, making sure not to look at his stepsister. “That’s ... a complicated subject.”

She toasted them. “Maybe not everything changes ... like father, like son?”

Both men gave her sheepish grins as she gulped down the rest of her glass.

After they left, Andrea went to get ready for bed, as she had work in the morning. After brushing her teeth, she poured some water into the cup next to the sink and swished it around her mouth. However, instead of spitting it out, she swallowed it. She blinked, confused, not knowing that it was the same cup Celia had used to inseminate herself with earlier, and the brain-blitzed stepmother had neglected to rinse it out afterward. “Ohh...” The little bit of Evan’s leftover sperm that Andrea swallowed did its job, quickly heating her body up as it went to work on her brain.