Chapter 16: Nothing to Prove

The next morning, Evan awoke refreshed from the dead sleep the previous day’s hard labor brought on. Tonight, he would be in Cindy’s car, doing hot laps. That was something to be excited about, so why was he still in bed, staring at the ceiling?

His mother never missed a go-cart race, and it didn’t matter where he finished, she always hugged him like he had won. She would want to be at the racetrack when he drove, but he had to keep it a secret because of his father. That’s why he was still in bed, he wanted Deana to come upstairs and convince him that their mother needed to know and she would help him deal with their father. Truthfully, Evan pictured Deana lying at his side, trying to convince him that kissing her was safe. It wasn’t. The night before, Deana had wanted him as much as he wanted her. The problem was that Deana could compartmentalize her feelings, but he’d be all in, head-over-heels in love with her, just like he used to be. He might be able to get away with driving Dale’s car, but he had no chance of keeping an ongoing love affair under wraps while living in the same house.

It’s time to get this show on the road, he thought and got out of bed. Doing hot laps wasn’t racing, but pressing the pedal down on eight-hundred horsepower was like kissing Deana--the most terrifying thing he could fall in love with. He made a vow, Deana’s lips were off limits.

Downstairs, the house was exceptionally quiet. After peeing and brushing his teeth, Evan passed Deana and Gloria’s rooms, both empty. Gloria hadn’t come upstairs to remind him about her game. She might need more time to get over having his cock head jammed into her crotch. At least the thing with Jayda had been worked out, sort of. He needed to avoid her. There was no telling how she would act. Jeez, there was no telling how he would act. Fucking Jayda was incredible, and he’d do it again if he got a chance. Sex was easy, he could do it ten times a day and enjoy it every time if love wasn’t involved. Though being in love with Stacey hadn’t been complicated, and the sex was great, too.

The kitchen light was off, but Evan saw Deana before he flipped the switch. She was in a daze, staring into the sink with a towel on her head and one around her body. It would be immature, but he didn’t know how else to break the ice. Plus, it would serve her right for wearing a towel that barely reached the bottom of her butt cheeks. His mother busted him every time he stepped out of the bathroom, yet Deana walked around the house like that.

He was close enough to touch her and about to shout, “Boo,” when he noticed how long her neck seemed without the cloak of black hair. It was narrow and delicate. He grabbed her by the shoulders, but she didn’t do her pathetic fear dance. She said, “Nice try, but you came down the stairs like a caveman.”

“Oh,” he said, still holding her. She smelled wonderful, and her neck invited his lips to touch it. He reached around her body, pressed his forearms into her stomach, and pulled Deana against him. It wasn’t her lips, so it wouldn’t actually be kissing. His head bowed forward, and his rationalization backfired. How could anything be so soft and make him feel so good? He kissed the top of her shoulder, moved to the curve of her neck, then nibbled that tender flesh below her ear. Her head rolled forward and to the side. A low murmur rose from her throat.

Deana turned halfway, looked up, and licked her lips. Evan closed his eyes and let it happen. Instantly, their passion was beyond what he was prepared to handle. He tightened his hold and lifted her into the kiss. How was he supposed to let her go?

The compressor cycled off, and the refrigerator went quiet. It was as if Evan had emerged from a dream, and the only sound was their excited panting. “Ah, Deana.” He opened his eyes, and his sister was already staring at him. The look in her eyes wasn’t one he was familiar with, and it didn’t make him comfortable. “No, no more kissing.”

He let her go and stepped back. Deana reached for him, and her towel fell. She didn’t try to catch it. The image of Deana’s pink, cotton-puff nipples erecting and turning a fiery red scarred Evan’s brain. His eyes followed her stomach down to the hairless mound between her hips. The smooth flesh swelled on each side of the slice that cut across her pubic bone. His knees were weak.

“You look like you’ve never seen a naked girl before.”

Her voice snapped him out of the trance, and Evan stopped imagining he was kissing his way down her body. “I haven’t, um, haven’t ever seen anything so--” He stopped and looked around. It would be so easy to let it happen. Nobody would know except them. “I mean, I’ve never seen my sister naked.” It would change their lives forever.

“I’ve seen you naked.”

“That’s when we were kids,” he said. “We’re not supposed to see each other or kiss. I can’t kiss you anymore.” He picked up the towel and pushed it at her. “Cover that.”

“Don’t you like it?” Deana asked, taking her time to fasten the towel around her body.

“That’s the problem, I do ... like it too much.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “You can kiss me anytime you want.”

“No, you don’t understand how it is for me.”

“Yes, yes, Evan, I do. I like it ... like you kissing me. It makes me happy.”

“But it’s not right. It’s not supposed to happen.”

“Says who?”

He didn’t care whose rule it was, Evan wanted her, but he’d have to move out of the house if it happened. It wouldn’t be possible to resist touching Deana all the time. “Everybody, everybody knows it ... it isn’t supposed to happen.”

Deana’s voice was just above a whisper when she said, “Don’t be sorry. Kiss me if you want to,” and walked away.

“It’s too dangerous,” he said.

Deana kept on walking. Evan skipped breakfast and got out of the house like it was burning. He was rock hard and ready, but that didn’t scare him as it had before. His feelings were what terrified him. He thought he had been in love with Stacey, but he wouldn’t have been willing to die for Stacey. Chancing death to be with Deana was fine with him, but what would his father do to her? That was a risk Evan couldn’t take.

Jason read Darlene’s text one more time before he replied, “I’ll be there.” Considering how her last dream turned out, he was nervous about going back to Miss Style’s house for this one, whatever it was. Darlene hadn’t said don’t bring Becky, but she didn’t tell him he should, and the girl’s dreams were very particular. Jason couldn’t chance it, he’d worry about Becky later. It wasn’t his fault she went to the ballpark.

It was early for Gloria’s game, but Evan didn’t have anywhere else to go, so he went to the ballpark. He wanted to talk to Jason, even if he couldn’t tell him the truth, but Jason had things to do for his mother. It was about time, Evan thought. Jason never had chores.

There were plenty of places to park close to field A, where Gloria would be practicing, but Evan parked at the far end of the lot and stayed in the car, listening to the radio. Avoidance was still his best strategy, but how could he do that? The softball sisters would be together, and Candy and Miss Tonya would sit next to each other on the bleachers. He wasn’t interested in sitting with the woman he wanted to have sex with and the one who had fucked his brains out. Miss Tonya, that was his problem, she had done this to him.

He left Jason a voicemail: “I have to get to the track early, so be ready. I’ll pick you up at 4:30. If you’re not ready, I’m going without you, and I’m asking Billy Joe out.”

Jason pulled up behind an Acura TLX. Did that mean Miss Style was home? He turned off his engine. Darlene hadn’t given him any details about her dream, but he had assumed she would be alone or with Brutus. Jason hadn’t liked lying to Evan about what he was doing, and he’d feel worse if Miss Style was there. A hot flash went through Jason. What if the dream involved Miss Style? Evan would be mad, then. What choice did he have, though?

He couldn’t tell Evan about Darlene without explaining how it happened. One secret would uncover another, then another, and eventually, Evan would know about Becky. That couldn’t happen. Evan would do the same if the shoe were on the other foot. Jason opened his door, got out of the truck, and started toward the gate. Darlene did tell him to meet her where they’d been last time, by the hot tub. Maybe she’d be in it with Miss Style?

The softball sisters were together on the field with their team and coach. Evan breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t see Miss Tonya or his mother. They must have gone shopping or something. He moved off to the side of the main bleachers so Gloria wouldn’t notice him. Once her game was about to start, Evan would tell her he was there, and after she played, he could go to the racetrack, where it would be easy to stop thinking about what happened. For now, he was stuck with his thoughts of Deana’s naked body. Jeez, his sister stood there and made no effort to conceal her nudity. He had seen her in the shower but didn’t realize she had amazing pink caps and a perfect, bald pussy. How would those nipples feel on his lips and tongue?

The sound of flip-flops slapping the dirt told him what to expect, so Evan braced himself and waited. His name rang out, “Evan,” and he stumbled forward. When the legs came around his waist, he grabbed them. It was a welcomed annoyance, but Evan said, “Damn it, Becky, what’s wrong with you.”

Becky asked, “Did you miss me?”

He hadn’t thought about Becky until now. Before Miss Tonya, he had already crossed a line. For years, Becky had been Jason’s little sister and a pain in the ass. Then, one day, she was a flirt in a sexy pair of shorts. All Becky wanted was a kiss, and he ended up with her ass in his hands and her crotch grinding on his erection. The girl had morphed into a sexual creature who wanted to seduce him, and she had. Jason would be shocked if he knew what his sister was really like.

Now that her legs were wrapped around him and her crotch was hot on his lower back, all he could think about was Becky. “I guess,” he said. “Did you miss me?”

“Mm,” she purred in his ear, “I did.” Her legs squeezed. “Let’s sit down over there.”

“Okay, that would be better than carrying you around all day.”

“I kinda like it,” she said, “but I think my butt might be hanging out.”

He dropped her and turned around. Becky was tugging on the end of a tiny black skirt. “Nice. Is it new?” Man, her entire ass must have been exposed, he thought.

“Thanks, glad you like it.”

He followed her, hoping she’d climb the bleachers so he could see if she was wearing underwear. Becky sat on the first row with her legs slammed together. He sat next to her.

Becky looked down at her painted toenails and said, “I thought you might be mad at me.”

“What for?”

She turned her head toward him, but her hair still hid her face. “Almost getting us caught by my mother.”

“You knew she was up?”

“She always gets up early.”

“Not too smart,” he said like he had sense.

“I know, I kinda lost my head. What about you?”

His excuse was that she started it and fucked his brains out. “How was I supposed to know she would be up? It’s your house.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said and swept her hair over her shoulder. “It was good, right? I thought it was great.”

Other than Miss Tonya’s fuck clinic, Becky had been the best sex he’d ever had. She was tight and knew how to use it. “Yes, but it could have turned out bad,” he said. “Jason doesn’t know, does he?”

“No, you told me not to tell anyone.”

“Good, it’s better that way.”

“Secrets,” she said, “I think they’re exciting.”

You would, he thought. “Got any to tell me?”

“They wouldn’t be secrets anymore if I told you.”

Evan wouldn’t mind hearing things that Becky knew, but he was glad she knew how to keep a secret. “True.”

“I might have one,” she said. “It’s not actually a secret because I never said I wouldn’t tell.”

“What?” he asked.

“It’s about your,” she made quotes with her fingers, “little sister’s friend.” She pointed. “That one.”

“Hmm.” He looked in left field, where Jayda was fielding balls that the assistant coach was hitting. Evan’s heartbeat increased drastically. Becky better not know about that. “Tell me.”

“You sure you wanna know?”

This most likely fell into the category of schoolgirl gossiping, but he had to know if Jayda was blabbing. “Yes, tell me.”

“Not here,” Becky said and got up. “I’ll tell you in a secret place. It’s bad.” She crossed her right foot over her left and twisted like the cute, shy girl she used to be.

“Just tell me.”

“Over there, I’ll tell you over there.” Becky pointed, but he didn’t look. “Don’t you believe me?” she asked.

Unfortunately, he did. “I have to stay for Gloria’s game. Tell me here.”

“You need to hear this. They’re Gloria’s friends, but you’ll have to go over there for it.”

This could turn out worse than the day she caught him outside the bathroom. “Somebody will get the wrong idea if I go there with you.”

“That’s not a problem,” Becky said. “You come after I’m already there.” She started walking. He checked to see if his sister had seen him, then watched Becky. Her ass was sexy as fuck in that skirt.

Darlene was in the same chair she’d been in last time, with the same black dog at her side. Her lips were slick with pink lip gloss. They curled up when he entered. He pictured them wrapped around his dick, but he wanted to kiss her.

Darlene’s grin vanished. “I know you think I’m nuts.”

He nodded, thinking about her last dream. “No.”

Darlene’s painted toes wiggled. “You okay with doing something nobody can know about?”

The dog’s eyes shifted to Darlene’s skirt, Jason’s followed. It was a pleated schoolgirl skirt and matching blouse, but the skirt wasn’t the proper length for any school’s dress code. He said, “Sure.”

“It has to be completely on the down-low.”

Darlene had already gotten fucked by Brutus in front of him, fucked him, and watched a dog lick his balls, what could be more on the DL than that? A queasy feeling crept into his stomach. Did she want him to get down on his hands and knees and let Brutus fuck him? “Was Brutus in your dream?”

“No, he wasn’t, but it looks like he thinks he might have a role ... foreplay maybe,” Darlene said.

Jason’s cock snake was dangling down his pants leg, growing heavier by the second. The dog’s red, blue-veined prick had emerged from its sheath. They both had the same goal, fucking Darlene. She pulled a Sharon Stone and showed him her pussy. Brutus got on his feet.

The backdoor opened. “Brutus, you two-timing fleabag,” a woman said from the doorway. Brutus turned toward her, his ears hanging. He looked guilty.

“It’s my fault,” Darlene said.

“No, it’s my fault,” the woman said. “I should have taught him better manners.”

“Jason,” Darlene said, “this is Miss Style Pioneer. This is Jason.”

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” the woman said. “Please, call me Style. We’re not too formal around here.”

That was an understatement. “Nice to meet you, too,” Jason said. Now, he knew what Evan had been trying to say. There was too much to take in all at once, and what his brain could grasp, he wouldn’t be able to describe later. Style Pioneer was as interesting as her name. Sexy, goth, maybe?

Brutus licked Darlene’s inner thigh, and she cooed. Jason watched to see how Style would react. She smiled without speaking. He gulped, wondering if Style knew Darlene fucked her dog.

“This is the boy from your dreams?” Miss Style asked.

“Yes, it is,” Darlene said while holding Brutus’s head away from her lap.

He tried to figure out Darlene’s relationship with Style. The woman’s hair was in a ponytail pulled out through the back of a ball cap. Her shirt and shorts were striped like New York Yankees uniforms.

Miss Style put her hand on Darlene’s shoulder. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely,” Darlene said.

“Okay, I’ll be inside,” she said and returned to the house.

After checking, double-checking, and taking one last look over his shoulder, Evan ran up the mound of dirt. It didn’t seem like a giant pile anymore, but the cool, damp seclusion on the other side had the same naughty appeal it had five years ago when he French kissed Paula. Becky was waiting for him with her back against a tree. Her chest was pushed out, and her nipples poked up under her shirt. Her feet were far enough apart that her skirt threatened to ride up and reveal the color of her underwear, or not.

Evan dragged his forearm across his forehead. His father told him to act like a responsible teenager when he went out in public, but responsible teenager was an oxymoron. “So, tell me,” he said.

She blew a small bubble and sucked it back before he could grab it. “I think you should kiss me first.”

“One kiss, then you tell!” Evan dipped to meet her lips, knowing what kissing Becky would lead to. Their mouths joined, and his tongue pushed between her lips. He got her gum, chewed it a few times, then spit it into the woods. She sucked his tongue hard and held it with her teeth. Becky’s fingertips circled his waistband, then tucked under the edge. He eased his hands under her shirt and squeezed her waist. Her skin was warm, and touching it released that chemical in his brain that made him senseless. His zipper went down, and his growing cock shoved against his underwear.

Becky pulled her mouth away. “Wow, you’re already hard.”

The cool damp air made his ball sack tighten. Becky raised her arms, and he removed her shirt and tossed it aside. The shape of her tits changed, and those freaky, candy-corn nipples shoved out and formed two cones. “You know this is dangerous, and we shouldn’t be doing it, right?”

“I do,” Becky said and grabbed his dick. “I still can’t believe how hard it is. You’re like steel, like Superman.”

Evan smiled and took her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. They seemed to fight back against his pinching. Becky’s flushed face turned up. He reached under her skirt and picked Becky up by her tight little ass. Becky pulled her mouth away from his, huffed in three deep breaths, and said, “Ah, kissing you gets me fucking hot.” The wicked gleam in Becky’s eyes was what Evan remembered from the morning in her bedroom. She said, “Let’s do it.”

Becky cupped his balls in her soft palms and gently rolled them. Evan grunted and thrust his groin at her. His cock head skidded across Becky’s belly. She stepped back, tucked her thumbs under the edge of her skirt, and took it down to her ankles, then picked it up and hung it over a branch. “I love getting naked outside. Don’t you?”

“I guess,” he said. Becky’s protruding mound of chestnut hair and plump pussy lips made Evan want to be inside her, right now. “It’s dangerous wearing such a short skirt without underwear.”

“I know.” She swirled her waist like a Hula dancer, stopping when her crotch was shoved out suggestively. “It’s exciting knowing someone might see my ass.”

“You’re one of a kind.” Evan sucked a nipple until it wouldn’t stretch anymore, then he held it with his teeth and batted the solid tip with his tongue. Becky tugged on his hair. He switched tits and grabbed her crotch. His middle finger squeezed into the wet groove and sawed over her swollen bud. “You’re already dripping.”

“I told you kissing you makes me hot.” Becky wiggled and rocked, grinding her clit on his thrusting finger. “I want you, ah, want you inside of me, now.”

It was exactly what Evan wanted, too, but he said, “Not so fast,” and got on his knees. Becky’s Kryptonite was in front of his face. He sat on his folded legs, grabbed her hips, and yanked her pussy toward his mouth.

“Ah, I guess I can wait ... if you’re gonna do that.”

His tongue shot into the gap, plunging inside her succulent lips. Becky moved in rhythm with his licking, her juices coating his taste buds. Jason’s sister was sweet like forbidden fruit. “Fuck, you do that as good as a girl,” Becky said.

With his nose smashed on her pubic bone, he diverted his eyes up. Becky was biting her lower lip and twisting her nipples. “How do you know?”

Becky grinned, grabbed his hair, and leaned back so far he thought she should have fallen. His scalp stung. She let his hair go, threw her arms back, and planted her hands on the ground. Her body formed an arch. Becky was an undercover tumbler, Evan thought.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said.

It was the beginning of one of those back-bend-kick-over Evan had seen Rebecca and the other tumblers practicing. He had always fantasized about stopping one of them in that arched position before they could kick a leg over so he could do naughty things to them. Life definitely did not imitate porn, it was the other way around. Evan supported Becky’s ass with his hands and shoved his face between her legs, turning his head side-to-side to open the flaps and get his tongue into her. He thrust it deep and fast.

Becky’s stomach rolled, shoving her crotch up and down. She was fucking his face while he tongue fucked her pussy hole. Her approaching climax was very vocal, but Evan got her bulging clit in his mouth and thrashed it anyway. “Shit, shit, oh, fuckin’ shit, I’m cumming, cumming, oh yes, I’m cumming.”

When she begged him to stop, he lifted his head and looked up her bent body. “Help me,” she said and reached out with one hand. “Pull me up, please, I don’t want to fall in the dirt.”

“I wanna see you finish that kickover.”

“Holy shit, I can barely hold myself up. How the fuck am I gonna flip myself over?”

“You’re flexible.” He slid his hand up her leg, over her hip, and across her tight abdomen. “Strong, too.” She grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up as he got to his feet.

“I used to do gymnastics,” she said. Evan pressed his lips to hers and slipped his pussy juice-coated tongue inside her mouth. Becky sucked it, then licked his lips and chin. “Mm, yummy.”

Becky grabbed his dick. “Wow, you’re even harder now.”

“Not satisfied yet?”

“Oh, very, but lay down anyway.”

Evan took his pants off and sat on them. Becky stood over his outstretched legs. Her crotch was in his face again, so he grabbed her ass and kissed her mound. She bent her knees, and he guided her descent, directing her toward his erection. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. Of course, it was lame, but in the river of denial where Evan lived, he could blame Becky after the fact.

“I know,” she said and stuffed a nipple in his face.

The slippery satin of her labia touched the dome of his cock. The head flattened out in the deep dish of her pussy groove. Her fingernails spiked into the back of his neck. His cock was about to bend or pop inside her. Becky’s inner thighs hugged his sides, and her arms wrapped around his head. He pushed her down, and the tight ring stretched, then his dick top sank into her body. The magic happened, and pleasure washed over his mind. He wanted to enjoy this as long as possible, so he eased her down a little bit at a time.

All of Becky’s limbs clung to him. “Mm, it feels good,” she said.

“Does it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts.” She lifted up until the mouth of her pussy strangled the neck of his dick, then she started bouncing, taking more and more of him. “Mmm, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and straightened her arms. Her ass cheeks grazed his thighs. He shoved her down until she was sitting on his legs with all of his dick buried in her.

Becky leaned away, and his lodged cock bent forward. “Look at it,” she said, staring between her legs. Her pussy lips were smashed aside by his vein-throbbing log. The physical pleasure paled in comparison to the mental stimulation the view provided. It was hard to comprehend that he had shoved himself so far into her skinny body.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it,” she said. “You’re all the way up here.” She touched her stomach. “Shit, you’re so deep.” She leaned further back and forced his thighs to open. “I’ve never actually watched it happen like this. Makes me dizzy.”

He massaged the creamy groove with his thumbs, paddling her throbbing clit. It snapped between his finger and her pubic bone. Becky whimpered. “Oh, God, it feels so good,” she said, leaning back a little more.

The trunk of his dick was stuffed in Becky’s cunt like a dowel, holding her stiff body almost parallel to the ground. She shoved her elbows against the dirt to support her upper body. He grabbed her waist and flung her up and down his dick like a lightweight fucked doll. Her legs and muscled abdomen helped him bore into her body. His flesh glistened with her juices, then disappeared again. His balls were tight, ready to eject their burden, but he willed them to hold out. He needed to see it happen, watch the young girl cum on his dick.

Becky’s nipples bloated to insane proportions, her insides spasmed, and she screamed at the sky. Her clit was plump, her abs rippled, and her body cantilevered from his groin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” She did half a sit-up, then her head hit the ground.

“Oh, yes, yes...” His dick popped out of her quivering pussy, launching his orgasm as it sprang up. The first white stream splattered her stomach and heaving chest. He shoved his cock down. It slapped against her groin, and a rush of ball juice drew a line up her body. She lifted her head and watched his cock spurt cum on her belly.

“Look at all that,” she said. “Did you squirt that much inside me last time?”

“I guess.” He squeezed his shaft and pushed out the last drops, filling up her bellybutton. “That was great, wow, the best,” he said.

“I swear,” she gasped, “you fuck me so hard.” She smeared the creamy sauce over her mound, between her legs, and into her pussy groove. “That feels good on my sore pussy.”

“I think you actually fucked me ... both times.” His orgasm was still waning, but seeing Becky finger-painting her pussy with his sperm made him horny. He shook his head, then glanced at his watch. She continued squishing her inflamed swells with cum coated fingers. “Jeez, take me to your leader,” he said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” he said. “This is still our secret, right?”

“Mm, one of my best secrets.”

Mine too, he thought, got to his feet, then helped her up. “Now, tell me if there was anything to tell.”

Becky’s wide mouth curved up into a mischievous smirk. “You’re not gonna believe it.”

“I might,” he said.

“Those two, Jayda and Alex, they flip both ways,” Becky said.

“What?”

“You know, they go down on each other,” Becky said.

He acted surprised and skeptical. “Sure, and how would you know that? Birds of a feather flock--”

“Hey, your sister is their friend.”

“How do you know, then?”

“They do it right here,” Becky said and giggled. “Can you believe that?”

“How did you see them without them knowing?”

“I’m sneaky,” she said.

Note to self, never do anything behind the dirt pile, again. “I gotta get to Gloria’s game.”

“You better put your pants on first.” She laughed.

Girls, jeez, Evan thought. “Nope, I think I’ll walk over there bare ass and see what happens.”

“I’d like to see that, but before you go, I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“You ever think about having a threesome?”

About a thousand times this week, he thought. “With who?”

“With me.”

“And?”

“I don’t know, I’ll find somebody.”

“Sure, let me know,” Evan said and pulled his pants on. “Wait here a little while, just in case somebody is looking. Wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

“Don’t you mean the right idea?” Becky giggled.

Darlene lifted the front of the schoolgirl skirt, and Jason stared at the strawberry landing strip. Brutus licked Darlene’s groin, and her fat pussy lips stretched around the knot of her pubic bone, following his tongue. The dog poked his cold nose between her legs, and Darlene quivered, arching back with her hands on her ass. Brutus licked her several times, exposing the inner meat of her pussy. “He’s such a bad doggy.” Darlene giggled, and it reminded Jason of Becky. “Too bad he’s not part of my dream this time. You still wanna do this?”

Jason still didn’t know exactly what this was, but if there was a chance of having sex with Darlene, why wouldn’t he? “Yes.”

Darlene stepped in front of him. “Good, just play along with whatever happens.”

They started kissing, and Jason wrapped his arms around Darlene. Brutus was behind her, licking the white orbs of her butt. She reached back and pulled a cheek to the side, then moaned while the dog lapped at her anus. Jason didn’t want sloppy seconds today but knew Darlene would be in charge. What was Miss Style’s role in this?”

They stared at each other until Jason felt awkward, then he put his mouth over Darlene’s again and got a firm grip on her ass. The redhead’s lips, tongue, and passion were heavenly. Falling in love with her would be easy and stupid.