Chapter 19: Willpower

The feed from the security camera activated the open window on Candy’s monitor. She was relieved to see Evan’s car coming up the driveway. He had been gone longer than Candy imagined it would take to mow two lawns, but she had no idea how big the yards were or whose they were. Tonya hadn’t said which of her friends she had referred Evan to, and Candy hadn’t wanted to seem suspicious, so she didn’t ask. Tonya had some single friends who might want more than a massage if one had been mentioned.

Candy closed the app and stood up. She was as prepared as she would ever be. It was time to make things right. She had put Evan and herself in a dangerous situation. Now, Candy needed to stop acting like a jealous girl and be an adult and mother to her stepson. Wasn’t that her responsibility?

Evan finished undressing as instructed. His mother had been in the kitchen when he came home, and it wasn’t happenstance. She had been waiting for him, conservatively dressed the way she was supposed to be. Her facial expression was the one Evan had expected when he went to her room the previous day. It was that of a mother about to tell their child something grave. The tone of his mother’s voice was stern, and her words clearly presented the facts: Closure was needed. Wasn’t that what Evan wanted?

A dirt ring was around the top of his boxers, and dry grass stuck to Evan’s skin. His socks were striped green and white where they had been bunched up around his ankles. Two lawns had turned into three when Miss Tonya’s second referral, Mrs. Westclox, sent him, with her lawnmower, to the neighbor’s house. The Polar’s lawn mower had been broken for three weeks, which was apparent to Evan. It had been very charitable of Mrs. Westclox toward her neighbors, but the extra forty bucks she gave him wasn’t enough for the time and effort it took to mow down their jungle.

He dropped his clothes in the washing machine because his mother didn’t want them to stink up the bathroom. She told him to take them off in the laundry area and said, “I’ll wash them,” like that was her job. He spilled gas on his jeans, why shouldn’t he wash them? Evan felt like kicking something.

His mother was sorry. It was her fault, and she wanted everything to go back to normal. She rejected him outright when Evan tried to take some of the blame. All the fault lay on her, and his mother needed Evan to forgive her. For Evan, forgiving someone for something he did was hard. He had kissed her and enjoyed it. His mother told him it was an impulsive mistake and that he should forget the whole thing. It would be easier to forget his name.

The woman who had been standing in the kitchen, she was dressed like and sounded like his mother. Evan had watched her lips move while she spoke. They were the warm, moist lips he had kissed, and Evan didn’t believe a word that came out of them. That lady was an impostor.

At the end of her talk, she hugged him. Their posture, the pressure they applied, and the amount of time they held on all portrayed an appropriate mother-son hug, but it hadn’t been. They both trembled, and his mother sighed when she released him. Then she pressed her lips against Evan’s while staring at him. Tears hung on the rims of her eyes but never fell. That was when it happened, Evan saw the truth. The woman who responded to Mrs. Damiani was none other than Candy, the babysitter. For reasons Evan didn’t understand yet, the realization made him want to cry.

The last thing his mother said was, “Don’t worry, it’ll all work out. I’ll take care of your father.”

Evan kicked the washer, grabbed his big toe, and hopped in a circle. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The shower had washed away the dirt, grass, and gasoline residue, but Evan still thought he smelled it. Maybe it was trapped in his nose? He closed his eyes and turned his face into the stream of water. Deana’s voice startled him, “Were you expecting me?”

Evan turned and watched Deana’s naked body step into the tub. “Ah, no.”

“Then why didn’t you lock the door?”

“Forgot.”

Deana’s nudity took Evan’s breath away like a perfectly sensual and erotic picture post, an image so beautiful it created a painful craving. He didn’t look away. In most guys’ minds, his sister was unapproachable, but there she was, getting in the shower with him. Evan’s heart raced.

Deana sealed the shower curtain and faced Evan. “Need help?”

Last time, on a harebrained whim, Evan had hijacked Deana’s shower and then run away. That was when he didn’t know Deana wanted the very thing he had spent years denying himself. He wouldn’t run away scared this time. “There’s a spot on my back I can’t reach.”

Deana said, “Turn around.”

His sister squirted an excessive quantity of the Dove body wash across his shoulders. She captured it under her hands and started spreading it. The smell was more feminine than he would have chosen, but it was creamy. It covered his skin like lotion. His sister’s long, slender fingers and delicate hands stirred up a lather that caught in his chest hair. She circled his shoulder blades and stroked up and down the center of his back. Her hands wrapped his neck and rotated as they moved to his ears. She grasped his upper arms and tenderized the stiff muscles. He was getting hard before a sexual thought crossed his mind.

Deana started on his lats and triceps and under Evan’s arms. It should have tickled and made him pull away, but his sister’s touch was sensual. Deana’s hands slowly slid down to his hips and around to Evan’s ass, causing his cock to surge with stiffness. He looked down, anticipating Deana’s next move. Her hands crisscrossed his groin, bumping his bowed shaft with her knuckles. Evan stiffened with expectation, remembering how Deana had lifted and rolled his balls the night before. In Evan’s mind, he was pleading with Deana to use her soapy hands on his cock. She continued up to his stomach instead, making Evan groan.

His sister’s body pressed against Evan’s back like a giant satin washcloth while her fingertips swirled in his chest hair. She slid her inner thigh up the outside of his leg, brought a foot around to the front, pushed it back between Evan’s legs, and grabbed the back of his calf with it. Her leg was twisted around his like a climbing vine. A buzzing started in Evan’s balls.

Evan turned Deana around, got behind his sister, and smashed his body against hers. The powerful emotions made it difficult to hug Deana without crushing her. Her body rose and fell with each of his deep breaths.

The globes of Deana’s ass lathered his rigid shaft and tight ball sack. Evan palmed her right tit with his left hand and her pubic mound with the right. Deana forced her head back and arched her body. Only her toes touched the tub. Evan tried to capture a silky tit crown with a pinch. A moan vibrated up from deep in Deana’s throat.

The motion of Evan’s hips was barely perceivable when it started, and it was completely involuntary. Now, he was lifting his sister, hunching and sliding his cock and balls between her ass cheeks. Deana pushed back in rhythm, tightening her glutes on his upward thrusts.

Evan wasn’t utterly blind with lust, nor had their passion erased his conscience, but all the fears of having his love discovered by his sister were gone. His mind and heart were an open book; he wasn’t holding anything back from his twin. If Deana wanted him to be her first, Evan was ready to pour all his love into her.

With Deana’s crotch bone in Evan’s grasp, he tightened his arm around his sister’s chest and picked her up. His cock head coursed through the groove of Deana’s labia, opening it like a zipper. He pulled back and thrust again. Her hot, wet flesh coated his dick with her readiness. Deana squirmed.

The crown of Evan’s prick speared the rim of Deana’s pussy. His sister whimpered. The bulbous head of his cock plowed through the trough of flesh. Deana grabbed his dick and held it tight. Evan felt his shaft crushing into her wet, velvety flesh, but she wouldn’t let him move.

“What, Dee, what is it?”

“Don’t hate me, please.” She huffed several times. “I’m not ready.”

Maybe willpower was a mental muscle like Candy had read somewhere. Hers could be exhausted by now. It took all she had to get into the kitchen to meet Evan. Then, she had to force those words out of her mouth. Evan’s face had shown disappointment and relief, so he must have believed her. Wasn’t that enough? Yes, Candy thought, I deserve this and double-clicked the icon she’d been staring at for ten minutes. So much for the promises she’d made herself.

A window popped up on the screen. Evan was behind the shower curtain, and steam billowed over the top. Candy sighed with disappointment, but that didn’t stop her from watching. She was getting warm and moist between her legs.

The fog thickened while the shower lasted longer than Candy wanted to wait. Then, without shoving the curtain across the bar or turning off the water, her stepson emerged. Candy leaned close, wishing the mist on the lens wasn’t clouding her view. The teenager’s fully erect cock, swinging side-to-side, gave her a hot flash, and her pussy lips moistened. Evan grabbed a towel. Why didn’t he turn off the water?

Candy gasped when Deana pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the tub. The girl’s body was exquisite, with glistening beads running down her dark skin. Candy felt her heartbeat pulsing in her nipples. She was trapped in a vow of silence that could only be broken by exposing her crime. Would telling on herself make her well? Only one person wouldn’t judge her and find Candy guilty of a grievous breach of parental responsibility. That meant Candy would have to remain as sick as her secrets unless...

Deana sat on the counter with her head hung. “You mad? You think I’m a cock tease?”

Evan said, “No,” and faced his sister. His cock was as stiff as it had been when he tried to ram it into her. “Did you change your mind? You don’t want me to be--”

“No, no I haven’t. You’re the only one I want it to be. I want to.”

“You scared?”

Deana hooked her feet behind his thighs. He shuffled forward between her parted knees. “No.”

“What’s wrong, then?”

“We--I need time.” Deana’s legs wrapped around Evan’s waist, and her hands, one after the other, slipped over his pulsing knob.

“Why?” He watched his sister gently tug on his cock.

Instead of answering, Deana increased the speed and the length of her strokes.

“Dee, if you keep doing that--”

“I know. I wanna watch it. See it happen.”

“It’s gonna be messy.”

“I don’t care.”

“You will.”

“This is how I want it to be, like this.” Deana stared at him. “Not sitting, but you between my legs, looking at me. I wanna see your face when you enter me. Look into your eyes while it’s happening, feel you the way we used to feel each other before fear came between us.”

Visions of Deana’s body under him filled Evan’s mind. He started rocking, pumping his erection through his sister’s fists. “Dee, I love you. I’ll wait as long as you want. I love you.”

Deana’s expression told Evan his sister knew what was about to happen, but she never looked away, not even when a burst of cum hit her throat. She smiled with satisfaction and continued to jerk the spurting dick. Evan looked down as white cream flew out, struck her brown skin, and ran down her body. Deana’s puffy, pink nipples were thrust out by the changing shape of her tits. Her hands were slippery with cum. She pushed her thumbs into the underside of his cock and pulled them upward, milking his tube. The last of Evan’s orgasm bubbled from the slit and fell to Deana’s pussy mound. His sister used her middle finger to smear it into the crease that wrapped around the front of her pubic bone. A spastic jerk rocked Evan’s body. “Ah, shit.”

“Thank you, Evan.”

He steadied his breathing. “For what?”

“For being patient. I love you, too.” Deana’s legs tightened, and Evan lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and covered his mouth with hers.

I would have stopped them if he was going to cum inside his sister. That was the thought Candy consoled herself with. She was still breathing heavily, grasping her crotch. Evan had covered the front of his sister’s body with his orgasm. Now, Deana clung to him with her arms and legs. Her brother’s waning erection was just below her cum smeared pussy lips. Candy was twisted up emotionally, but mostly it was envy she felt. She never had the opportunity to experience those feelings of love and lust at their age. Their love had to be so powerful it hurt, and their youthful passion must have been consuming. By the time she was their age, Candy was the mother of three, two of the children already too old to have been hers. She had a man telling her what to do, fucking her when he wanted to, and showing love by giving Candy a place to live. She started crying, feeling more trapped and helpless than ever.

The next morning, Evan slept later than he had for as long as he could remember. He might have been more at peace than he’d been for years. They had closure. His mother was off limits; Evan could never love her the wrong way again. Deana knew his greatest secret, and it made her happy. His sister had taken all the pressure off. He knew they were in a holding pattern. What they were waiting for, Evan had no idea, but he knew Deana loved him and wanted him. Even if a relationship wasn’t possible, that didn’t mean they shouldn’t enjoy their youth while they had it. They would always be there for each other, no matter what. That’s how it had been since they were together in their mother’s belly.

When Evan got downstairs, Deana’s door was still closed, so he assumed she was enjoying the same peace of mind and slept later than he had. Gloria’s room was empty, and his mother and father’s cars were gone. He knew where his father was and figured his mother took Gloria to softball practice or wherever. The idea of having the house to himself gave Evan a twinge in his groin. He looked forward to a time when he could walk around naked and have sex wherever and whenever he wanted. Dad’s going to China, he thought, without questioning the sense of relief it gave him.

Evan couldn’t remember how long the pizza had been in the refrigerator, but he ate it cold anyway. After, he used the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Sure, he was thinking he might be kissing Deana soon.

When he came out of the bathroom, he stopped in the hallway. It was a windowless cave in the center of the house. He was standing where he had been the night he kissed his mother. Candy had kissed him back with the same hunger, hadn’t she?

Deana called from her room, “Evan, come here. I need you.”

A grin spread across his face. “What?” he asked while opening the door.

His sister was right there by the door. “You have to do something for me,” Deana said, pulling him into her room. Rebecca was face down on the bed.

“What?” he asked again.

“Actually,” Deana said, “it’s for her, or to her, really, but it’s for me.”

“Huh?” Evan moved to the end of Deana’s bed and tried not to make it obvious that he was checking out the tumbler’s tight little ass.

“My friend here said it’s impossible to get so excited from a massage that--”

“Not without petting my kitty,” Rebecca said.

“Whoa, hold on.” Evan put up his hands. “You don’t really want me to--”

“Oh, yes I do. I bet her she would, you know,” Deana said.

“Where’s Mom?” he asked.

“She had something to do. Won’t be back for a while.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Didn’t say, but we got plenty of time to prove me right,” Deana said. “You better prove me right.”

“Prove you wrong,” Rebecca said, “then you owe me ten bucks.”

“You’ll be the one handing over the cash,” Deana said and slapped Rebecca’s butt.

Rebecca twisted her head around with a smirk on her face. “Ooh, now that might do it, a good spanking, but there’s no way a massage is gonna make it happen.”

Deana shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You lay there and keep quiet.”

Evan looked from Deana to the tumbler’s ass, then back. “Are you sure?”

“Do your best. I like to win.”

He wondered if it would feel like cheating on his sister. Deana got the oil out of her cramped drawer and moved close to Rebecca’s face. “It might be weird using your mother’s lotion.” They both laughed, and Evan knew there was an inside joke that he wasn’t in on.

“Shirt off, face down,” Deana ordered.

Rebecca removed her shirt and stuffed a pillow under her body without showing her tits. “Wait, lift up,” Deana said and put that familiar beach towel under her friend.

Evan got a side view of the tumbler’s chest. The reddish-brown nipple hung like a thimble from Rebecca’s small tit. She arched her back and lifted her butt, but Deana stopped Rebecca from pushing her shorts down. “No need for that.” Rebecca gave Deana the evil eye, but she ignored her friend and said, “Make her eat crow, brother.”

Rebecca started giggling. “I’d rather eat--”

Deana slapped Rebecca’s ass, again. “Zip it.”

Evan followed his sister’s gestures, got on the bed, and kneeled over Rebecca’s lower back. Deana came around the bed and kneeled over to him. He gave her a questioning look. Her smile was the answer he wanted, and Evan held out his hands, palms up. Deana squirted too much oil on them. The excess trickled onto Rebecca’s back. Evan imagined there were hidden cameras, and he waited for the girls to burst into laughter.

“What?” Deana asked.

Evan shrugged, said, “Nothing,” and lowered his crotch until it rested lightly on Rebecca’s butt. “Here goes.”

He flipped his hands over on Rebecca’s shoulder blades. Deana collected Rebecca’s hair and tossed it up over her head. It hung like curtains, hiding Rebecca’s face. The tumbler pressed her forehead into the bed and lifted her shoulders as Evan’s fingers wrapped around them. Two lines of muscles rose from the base of Rebecca’s skull and ran down her back. He stroked them. The gymnast was solid to the core. Thanks to Jason, Evan pictured Deana’s girlfriend doing a handstand, her body forming a capital Y.

Deana stuck her face in front of Evan’s and gave him a steamy kiss. Rebecca hadn’t seen his sister’s expression of love, but it still marked another milestone in their evolving relationship.

The drive to Sally’s house wasn’t long in miles, but it took Candy through years in her mind, and if it weren’t for GPS, she never would have found it. The twisting maze of country roads had taken her into a rural area, better described as deserted. The house was buried in a pine tree forest. Was her sister in hiding?

Candy’s nav-system said, “Your destination is on the right.” Candy continued going straight.

One mile down County Road 78, Candy turned off on a dirt road and stopped. She was nervous. She didn’t know where Sally had been, what she had been doing, when or why she came back, or why Sally wouldn’t call or give her phone number to Tonya. Mostly, Candy was afraid that her big sister would see through her facade the way Tonya had. Sally had been good at that, and she’d try to make Candy admit the truth. That made Candy regret not bringing Gloria. Her daughter would have given Candy the advantage. The reunion would be lighthearted and happy. Sally would see how perfect Gloria was and know she had been wrong. Candy had done the right thing for her daughter. But what if Sally was still angry?

Forget about it; it was a bad idea, Candy thought. Even if she told her sister what was happening, how would Sally help her? Candy considered going home, but she’d have to face Evan and Deana, knowing their secret, and there was her secret with Evan, too. Be strong, act like an adult, Candy told herself and put the car in reverse.

Deana added two lines of oil down Rebecca’s back. Evan waited until droplets threatened to fall to the towel before spreading it out. The muscles that carried the gymnast through her cartwheels and backflips rippled and glistened under the slippery liquid. It sure would be fun watching the tumbling triplets doing their routines, naked and oiled.

“Mm, not bad, but it’ll take much more than that,” Rebecca said.

“You just wait, your panties are gonna be soaked,” Deana said.

“Ooh, I’m not wearing any.”

Evan had peeked at Rebecca’s panties plenty, and she had blatantly flashed her pussy the day he made out with Deana in the car. Now, he remembered how excited it got him. This was going to be fun. His fingers strummed Rebecca’s ribs, then darted under her body, poking the sides of her breasts. The tumbler tightened and loosened her ass muscles under his balls. He glanced at his sister. She hadn’t noticed his reaction. He hoped the same could be said for the growing bulge in his shorts.

“Ah, that’s good.” Rebecca’s purring vibrated into his hands. “You’re getting warm, keep going.”

In his peripheral vision, Evan caught Deana’s grin. It relaxed him further. His sister wasn’t joking; she wanted him to make the tumbler cum. He grabbed Rebecca’s middle and realized how tiny the girl’s waist was. His thumbs were kneading the rows of muscle on each side of her spine, and his fingertips reached all the way around to her stomach. Rebecca flexed her ass muscles repeatedly. He pushed his crotch against her taunting butt and ground the heels of his hands into Rebecca’s lower back, then pumped up and down. Each thrust increased in length and intensity. The little wildcat was getting excited. Evan felt it.

“Ah, I might be getting a little wet.”

“Just wait,” Deana said. Her expression was telling.

The elastic band of Rebecca’s shorts stopped his downward progress, so Evan rotated his hands around the tops of her hips, tucking his fingertips between the towel in her body. Rebecca sucked in her stomach, so he shoved his hands further, pushing the front of her shorts down. Her back tightened, and Evan felt her ass rise. The little freak wanted him to keep going, and Evan wanted to see how far he could go before one of them said he was breaking the rules.

Evan whispered, “I have to do your butt now.” His choice of words was directly related to the location of his erect cock.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Rebecca said.

Deana surprised him and said, “Pull them down,” but before her words registered in Evan’s brain, his sister was yanking on Rebecca’s shorts.

The tumbler’s ass was petite, sculpted perfection. It was Evan’s Summer Olympic dream come true. The girl’s butt was tan except for a shoestring of pale skin that screamed slutty thong. Evan wanted to catch the little exhibitionist in whatever bathing suit she wore while getting that tan line. It was barely wide enough to conceal the dime-sized anus that was prominently displayed between Rebecca’s cheeks. No chance she was the girl in the handstand video, not with that tight hole.

Deana doused Rebecca’s ass with oil. Her glutes bulged high on the crests of each cheek, then flattened out. No wonder his balls had enjoyed being in that groove. Evan settled his hands firmly on Rebecca’s ass and squeezed. It flexed and squirmed in his grasp. The throbbing erection trapped in his shorts would have enjoyed sliding through that muscled valley.

Did they really think Evan could avoid touching that? For such a skinny girl, Rebecca had a whole lot of pussy. It was right there below her asshole. The pillow was forcing the meaty twat out from under Rebecca’s groin. Jeez, this wasn’t going to be easy.

Evan sat on his haunches between Rebecca’s legs, tenderizing the girl’s exquisite ass with his fingers. His thumbs swept between her cheeks, riding the walls of her ass cleavage like a surfer on a wave. He skirted the edges of the brown ring, but Rebecca shifted, and he hit her bullseye. The puckered skin smoothed out under his press. It was slippery like silk on silk. Nobody cried foul, so he continued circling her asshole, increasing the pressure with each revolution. It yawned as if begging Evan for more.

Deana got behind Evan and dug her chin into the top of his shoulder. She was looking at her friend’s ass from his point of view. “You’re a bad boy,” she whispered and grabbed Evan’s earlobe with her teeth. “Shh,” she warned before grabbing the front of his shorts. Evan lifted up, and his sister freed his erection. “Don’t stop, keep going.” Deana pointed at Rebecca’s ass.

Evan gulped and continued working on Rebecca. The wedges of pussy meat squished under his thumbs. Deana’s oiled hand wrapped around his throbbing knob and twisted. He turned his head right, then left, but Evan couldn’t see Deana’s face. Her fist plunged down his shaft. If Rebecca wasn’t so vocal about her pleasure, she would have heard his groan. He bit his lip and watched Deana’s hand stroke. Maybe she wanted him to fuck the tumbler, but what was Rebecca expecting?

He reached under Rebecca’s groin and moved his finger side to side, searching for her slit. Deana thrust her groin against Evan’s butt each time her hand plunged down his cock. Rebecca’s pussy channel was deep, coating Evan’s finger with her juices. Now, it was obvious they hadn’t expected him not to touch it, but did his sister want him to cover the tumbler with his lotion? Evan turned back and raised his brows. “Dee?”

“I know,” Deana said, “it’s so hard.” She cupped his balls with her other hand and bit his neck.

Rebecca was too busy humping and grinding on Evan’s hand to care what his sister was doing to him. The sight of his cock, with Rebecca’s undulating body as a backdrop, made Evan want to fuck her more than anything. He spread her lips, found the mouth of her pussy, and teased it. Rebecca bucked, and his middle finger plunged into her body. She cried out, “Oh, fuck, yeah.” Her feet thumped on the bed.

Deana encouraged him to go faster, and she did the same. Her hand jerked frantically while he fired his finger into the tumbler’s thrashing body. Rebecca’s screams were muffled by the bed but still loud. Her insides flooded with readiness, but his sister didn’t guide his dick to it. Instead, Deana wrapped both fists around his cock and pumped it with determination. Evan thrust in rhythm with her downward strokes. His sister knew what happened yesterday, but was her friend expecting a coating of his special massage cream?

Rebecca kicked the mattress like a swimmer. Evan shivered, jerked, and stiffened. In slow motion, a stream of white cream flew in a high arc and splatted between Rebecca’s shoulder blades. “Oh, my God,” Deana said. “Wow, that’s crazy.” His jerking cock jettisoned another blast of cum onto her friend’s lower back and another on her ass. A gob rolled into the valley toward Rebecca’s anus, and Deana smeared it over the puckered ring.

Rebecca screamed, “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” Her muscles rippled, and her body bounced up and down. She was a wildcat when she came.

Deana bent Evan’s oozing cock down until his inflamed dome touched Rebecca’s asshole, then she whispered, “Think it would fit?”

“Jeez.” Evan leaned back on his sister and pulled his shorts up. “You’re bad.”

Deana laughed. “Enjoy it?” He nodded.

Rebecca lifted her head and said, “You broke the rules,” then her head dropped.

Deana wrapped her arms around his chest and squeezed Evan too hard. “You complaining?” He shook his head.

“Hell no,” Rebecca said. “Fuck, I came three times, once before you let him finger me.”

“Good, you need a shower,” Deana said. “You’re all slimy, so don’t roll over on my bed.”

“You coming with me?” Rebecca asked. “I might need help washing my back.”

Evan refused to think about them showering together. He had enough to process already. “Have fun,” he said and got off the bed. Life at his house sure was going to be different now.

The second the bathroom door closed, Rebecca pinned Deana against the sink cabinet. Her expression asked the question, and the stupid grin on Deana’s face answered it, but Rebecca asked anyway, “Did you seriously just jerk your brother off on me ... in front of me?”

Deana kept grinning and nodded.

“I thought you didn’t want him to know I knew?”

“I don’t, not yet,” Deana said. “I’m sorry about--”

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” Rebecca said. “Thank you, thank you.”

“For what?”

“God, first, for letting me be there while you did it.” Rebecca grabbed the sides of Deana’s face and pulled her into a kiss. “Second, for letting him do that to me. It was intense, but I think he knows now. You made him squirt all over my back.”

“You acted like you didn’t notice,” Deana said. “He figured you were too busy screaming and flopping like a fish to notice. Then I smeared it like lotion.”

“Mm, and it’s starting to get crusty. You have to wash it off. Oh, next time, don’t tease, put it in.”

“Are you crazy? My finger barely fits.”

“At least try,” Rebecca said, pulling Deana toward the tub. “You’d be surprised what fits in there.”

Deana shook her head and turned on the shower. “Come on. We have to hurry. My mother could be home soon.”