Chapter 26: It’s Just a Sunday Drive

The afternoon was well underway, yet Evan was still on Deana’s bed, and she was still on top of him. Making love twice made them drowsy, but Evan needed to get to the race shop.

“Does Darlene remind you of anyone?” Deana asked.

A couple of times, when Evan looked at the redhead in the eyes, it stirred something in his brain. He’d always attributed it to lust, but Deana’s question made him wonder. “No. You?”

“Maybe, but I’m not sure.” Deana’s expression didn’t match her words.

Evan knew she was keeping something to herself, but he didn’t have time to get it out of her. “I gotta go. You wanna come?”

“Shit, again? I can’t, not for a while, anyway.”

“Funny,” he said. “You told me you wanted to see Cindy.”

“I do, but not today,” Deana said. “Rebecca’s stopping by.”

“You gonna tell her?” Evan asked.

“Of course,” Deana said. “We don’t keep secrets.”

“Really,” he said, wondering if his sister knew Rebecca had been down in the basement with him.

“Yeah, really,” Deana said. “You know Darlene likes you, right?”

Evan rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t. Wasn’t that obvious by the way she acted today?”

“You weren’t exactly friendly.”

“Why bother?” he asked. “I tried that for a year. It got me nowhere.”

“She said you weren’t her type, but she was lying. Then she told me someone else had their eye on you, so she wouldn’t.”

“What? Who?” Evan panicked, wondering if he did something to tip Darlene off about him and Deana. “Who did she mean?”

“Gloria,” Deana said, “I’m pretty sure she meant Gloria.”

Evan’s guilty conscience liberated his tongue without engaging his brain. “Gloria, what does Darlene know about Gloria and me? Why would she think something like that? She’s never seen me with Gloria.”

“Relax. You’re acting like something has happened,” Deana said. “Has it?”

“It!” he said, “No, it hasn’t happened. Nothing has happened other than what I already told you. You’re supposed to be handling that for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” Deana said. “You know Darlene probably has seen you and Gloria. She goes to the ballpark, but even if she hasn’t, girls know these things just by talking to each other.”

“That’s ridiculous, she’s my sister.”

“And I’m not?” Deana laughed. “I don’t think Darlene would care either way. You know she’s right. Gloria is into you, and let’s face it, she’s perfect for you.”

“Jeez, why would you say that? Even if she wasn’t my sister, she’s too young.”

“Stop saying that,” Deana said. “The girl has been getting herself off for five years already. Oh, and you do know the softball sisters do more than play ball together, right?”

“How do you know?”

Deana rolled her eyes. “We’re sisters. Don’t you think we talk and share secrets?”

“But, ah, why do you think she’s perfect for me?” How much had Gloria told Deana?

“Duha.” Deana poked his forehead. “The girl is a clone of Candy when you first started popping boners for the babysitter.”

“How do you know what I—”

“You think I just now started noticing that thing in your pants?” Deana shook her head. “Seriously.”

“Even if I did see Gloria that way—I don’t—it doesn’t matter, she’s still my sister. We can’t—”

“Can’t what?” Deana interrupted again. “Do what you and Mom are doing? Oh, by the way, Rebecca saw you doing what you say you can’t do with Gloria.”

“What! Shit, no, that’s not good,” Evan said. “Is that why you made me do it in the kitchen?”

“Made you? Haha,” Deana said. “No, that had nothing to do with it. Stop changing the subject. Gloria—”

“I would hurt her.” He saw Deana’s raised brow and knew he was in trouble.

“So, you have been thinking about it?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why do you think it would hurt? Obviously, you’ve been thinking about it.”

“No, but if I were, I assume it would hurt. She’s not as old as you, and you said it hurt you. It’s her first time, ya know.”

“Phew.” Deana shook her head. “The girl has the body of an eighteen-year-old. Besides, it’s possible Miss Tonya has some of the same stuff Rebecca’s mother has hidden in her room. The softball sisters might have, Um, you know.”

The only thing Evan wanted to think about less than Rebecca fucking Deana with a dildo was Jayda doing Gloria. Jayda, jeez, he thought, that girl is a wild card. She had the jack, the card to bring him down. It was a miracle she hadn’t already told Gloria that he fucked her. If Deana wouldn’t flip out, he’d ask her for advice. It might be better to tell Gloria before Jayda could. “This conversation has gone on long enough,” Evan said. “I’m going to see your clone.”

“You’re right about that,” Deana said. “Sometimes, when I see Cindy, it freaks me out how much she looks like me.”

Evan rolled Deana off to his side, sat up, and took a good look at his sister’s naked body. “Mm, she acts like you, too.” Would Cindy’s naked body take his breath away just like Deana’s did? “Why couldn’t you have been ugly?”

“Then you’d be ugly, too,” Deana said and sat Indian style with her heels jammed into her crotch. “You know Gloria isn’t going to grow out of it, right?”

“I never did,” he mumbled and kissed Deana’s cheek. “Later.”

Now that Evan knew about Becky, Jason figured he should come clean about Darlene and going to Miss Style’s, but not until after whatever happened today. It seemed strange to Jason that Darlene needed a ride home; she could have asked Evan, but Jason didn’t question the redhead. Instead, he jumped in his truck and started driving. Darlene may have had another one of her bizarre dreams.

When Jason saw Miss Style’s car in the driveway, it confused and excited him. If Darlene needed a ride, and Style was there, then it was more likely this was another setup. Hmm, what kind of weird, kinky fantasy has the fuckin’ redhead worked up this time, he wondered.

Jason parked behind Style’s car and got out of his Chevy S-10. The faint smell of cut grass lingered in the humid air. Evan couldn’t have been gone very long, Jason thought. It made him feel good that Darlene would rather have him drive her home. She told him to come around back when he got there because she might be in the pool, so that’s what he did, hoping she’d be tanning naked with Miss Style.

The backyard was quiet, and nobody was at the pool, so Jason walked over to the screened-in porch. “Hello, you in there?” he asked before opening the door an inch. In the shadows, he saw Darlene stand up.

“Yeah, come in,” she said. “It’s safe, Brutus is in the house.”

Immediately, his mind went to Miss Style on her hands and knees, but Darlene’s dark red nipples brought it back. The girl’s white T-shirt was old and worn thin. It was quite warm, yet her nipples were hard. He stepped in and pulled the screen door shut. Darlene’s expression was one of determination or anger. He asked, “Where’s—”

The fuckin’ redhead grabbed both sides of his face. “I hope you’re not in a hurry.”

“No. Why?”

“I’m incredibly horny,” Darlene said. “I hope Becky didn’t wear you out this morning.”

Before he could respond, Darlene yanked his mouth to hers. The tone was immediately established by the kiss. She sucked and bit his lip. He reached around and grabbed her ass. It was bare under the shirt. He pushed his thigh between her legs and lifted it into her crotch. Kissing Darlene was like putting a can of hairspray in a campfire; it wouldn’t take long for something to explode. He was hard and ready to shove his cock in her.

“Ah, I feel it, I feel you,” Darlene said. “Let’s get rid of these.” She shoved his shorts down. “Damn, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how fat your dick is.”

He groaned when the fuckin’ redhead cupped his balls and rolled them in her palms. His shorts and boxers fell to his ankles. He kicked them off, wondering what Miss Style really thought about him fucking Darlene on the back porch.

They went back to making out with his cock sandwiched between them. Someone said, “I guess you started without me.”

Jason loosened his grip and let Darlene’s feet touch the floor. When he looked over her shoulder toward the back door, at first, he thought it was Catwoman, but it was Miss Style standing in the doorway. Catwoman wasn’t that sexy. This lady was more than a freak.

The skintight, black leather would have been enough to take his breath away, but the top half of her tits were forced out through holes designed for them. Not only were her nipples pierced, but they were also connected with a chain. The leather top ended below her chest, exposing a set of six-pack-abs that made him embarrassed to remove his shirt. There was a gold loop in her bellybutton. He looked down her leather-clad legs, then back at Style’s face. With her hair drawn back tight on her head, more of the woman’s creamy white face was visible. Jason never forgot a face, but he often couldn’t remember where he knew it from, and that was the case with Miss Style Pioneer. He knew her from somewhere.

“You ready?” Style asked.

“Oh yes, I’m ready.” Darlene gave him a quick kiss and then started making out with Style. His gut twisted. He was watching a submissive high school girl with a dominatrix Catwoman.

Darlene moved to the hot tub. The lid was closed. She hopped up and slid back. Style dragged her long, black fingernails down the tops of Darlene’s thighs. She leaned back on her elbows and lifted her knees until her heels grabbed the edge. Style raked Darlene’s inner thighs. They opened, and Jason stared at the succulent wedges of pussy, licking his lips. Catwoman started by Darlene’s asshole and dragged a fingertip up to Darlene’s red bush. The hot pink inner layer shined with Darlene’s lust. Miss Style pushed two fingers inside the girl’s body. Darlene moaned softly.

“You horny slut, you’re soaking wet,” Style said and stuck her slippery fingers in front of Darlene’s face. She held the woman’s wrist and lowered her mouth onto them and sucked. “Mm, I am very horny.”

Jason didn’t realize he had groaned until they turned toward him. Style smiled and said, “You can’t get her off just staring at her twat. Get your face in there.”

He knew he was good at going down on girls. Becky had told him so, but Jason was nervous about doing it with an audience. He got his face between Darlene’s legs and shoved his tongue in the flooded gap. It didn’t take long to forget about the audience. The redhead’s pussy was a delicious, juicy aphrodisiac. Darlene put her feet on his shoulders, turned them inward toward his neck, and pulled him into her. He loved Darlene’s dreams.

The hot, pungent tang of pussy engulfed Jason’s tongue. He thrust it into Darlene several times, then sucked her right flap into his mouth. He licked and sucked it, then switched to the other side. The arches of Darlene’s feet grabbed his neck and squeezed. He stretched his tongue out, reaching for her puckered ring. After a few loops around the dank anus, he smashed his lips into Darlene’s pussy and dragged his face through her gushing slit. His nose bumped over the girl’s plump clit. He sucked it hard and flicked it, working feverishly to make her scream.

Bent over, with his face stuffed between Darlene’s legs, Jason closed his eyes and enjoyed her moans and groans and heaving undulations. The freak behind him was massaging his ass and tugging downward on his cock like she was milking a cow. He wished she’d get down between his legs and suck his balls. Darlene slammed her feet on the lid and thrust her pelvis in the air, offering him her asshole. He licked hard, poked, and shoved his tongue at it. Darlene’s tight ring opened for him, and Jason’s tongue fucked the expanding hole with abandon.

Miss Style licking his asshole made Jason’s eyes pop open. It felt wonderful, better than a dog’s tongue, but it was hard to trust a woman in black leather with her tits chained together. Although, getting jerked off while someone tongue-punched his asshole wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t like he had never let Becky finger him while she gave him a blowjob. Darlene gave him a look and used his hair to refocus him on her needs. Threesomes weren’t as easy as they looked in porn.

The thrusts of Darlene’s pelvis, her panting groans, and the way she was twisting her nipples told Jason he had found a sweet spot. The girl was going to get off soon, so he fired away at her engorged clit. Darlene gave his hair a break long enough to punch the lid a few times. Then she reclaimed the two fistfuls of hair. Her stomach muscles formed a ridge. The tendons from her spread legs to her crotch stretch guitar-string tight.

“Honey squirts,” Style said from behind him. “Squirt that, honey, baby.”

Darlene moaned in a long, continuous growl while her body jerked. Jason flinched but didn’t close his eyes against the spray of cum. It burned, and his scalp stung, but that didn’t detract from the sight of Darlene’s quivering orgasm.

When Jason stood up, the warm, erect points of Style’s nipples poking into his shoulder blades and the cool chain and rings gave him goosebumps. “You definitely made her cum,” Style said in his ear. “Now it’s time to make her dreams come true.”

The woman’s fingernails spiked into his butt cheeks, then they dragged up his back, down his sides and around his stomach. She grabbed his cock and started jerking it. Darlene hooked her feet on the side of the hot tub and did a sit-up. He held her hands while she got on her feet. The expression on Darlene’s face wasn’t a post-orgasm-satisfied smile. It was more like one of Becky’s sinister grins. Darlene kissed him and asked, “You ready to make my dream come true?”

Jason nodded cautiously while following the redhead down to the carpet. He had a right to be nervous, but it didn’t matter because anything Darlene wanted, Jason knew he’d do it. She laid on her back and used his cock to guide him into position. He was disappointed and confused. She had just cum so hard it flew out of her, yet she wanted to sixty-nine. He wanted to get his aching cock inside that beautiful pussy and pound her until his orgasm shot into her body. “Ahhhh—” The girl sucked his balls halfway down her throat, and Jason shut up.

“Get down there and clean her up,” Miss Style said and pushed down on the back of Jason’s head.

Now, he was on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and his balls rolling around in Darlene’s mouth. Catwoman was behind him, licking his butthole. His position might have been cause for concern, but considering he had entrusted his family jewels to a four-legged bitch while he jerked himself off, what did he have to worry about?

All Jason had to do now was lick Darlene’s orgasm-soaked pussy while she sucked his balls. So what if a woman he didn’t know or understand was tongue fucking his butthole. Miss Style was quite good at it, and when Darlene switched to his dick, Style pulled his balls back between his legs and licked them, too. What the fuck could be wrong with this?

“Do it,” Darlene said. “Make my dream come true.”

Maybe she wants to squirt her honey again, Jason thought and doubled his efforts. Darlene’s cum made her pussy even more delicious. He sucked her clit and enjoyed the dual stimulation on his cock and balls.

Darlene tilted her head back, grabbed his hips, and used them to set the pace and depth of cock sliding into her face. The freaky Catwoman was alternating between sucking his balls and giving him a great rim job. Now, he wanted to fuck Darlene while Catwoman watched, but he was more likely to unload down her throat before that happened.

The cold wetness made Jason’s sphincter jerk. Style said, “Relax, it’s only lube.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry, I’m a professional,” Style said. “You’re going to love this.”

He’d seen enough porn to know the possibilities. “Love what?”

Miss Style didn’t answer with words. Her thumb circled his puckered anus with increasing pressure. Her fingers massaged the slippery jelly into the swollen boner muscle between his asshole and balls. He didn’t trust Catwoman nor Darlene’s dreams, but whatever the woman was doing, in combination with the redhead’s expert cock sucking skills, was heaven.

“Ahhh.” Catwoman thrust a finger into him. He jerked and stuffed the mule to the limit of Darlene’s esophagus, maybe further. Tongue fucking, finger fucking, what’s the difference, Jason thought. It felt great.

He heard the sound of a zipper, a sigh, and the leather pants slapped down next to him. Darlene wanted him to fuck Miss Style. That’s great, Jason thought. He had always wanted to fuck an adult. He’d fantasized about many women, even his mother, but he never expected it to happen. This was going to put him two up on Evan.

“Oh, yes, make my dream come true,” Darlene said and sucked Jason’s balls too hard. He groaned.

It could have been two fingers, except Miss Style’s cool, smooth flesh was pressed against his ass. His balls tried to yank upward, but the redhead’s mouth was pulling them down. Instead of looking back, Jason pushed his face into Darlene’s cunt and shoved his tongue deep inside her, pretending Miss Style was wearing a strap-on. At this point, did what Catwoman was putting in his exit-only hole make a difference?

“JJ, oh, JJ,” Darlene said, “you’re making my dream come true.”

His dick surged against the walls of Darlene’s throat, and his asshole burned with a pleasurable sensation. He wanted to yell out, fuck me, but he gasped and said, “Oh, fuck.” His insides spasmed with a climax that should have already gone off. Whatever the woman was ramming up his ass made his orgasm build up but not squirt out. The pressure was almost too much to bear. The head of his cock became super sensitive as it plunged into Darlene’s gulping throat at the pace Miss Style set. She doubled her efforts and plowed him like he was a seasoned queer taking it in the ass. It was torture, but he never wanted it to end. Every part of his body buzzed.

Darlene might have been gagging, choking, or suffocating. Jason didn’t know. He had the same confusing sensation he got the first time he jerked off and couldn’t shoot cum. His cock swelled, and Jason trembled, then jerked, stuffing the mule into Darlene’s head. His balls let go, and the load of cum that had been hanging on the brink rushed through his bloated flesh. Jason imagined it was going straight into Darlene’s stomach.

The orgasm was so powerful he collapsed on top of Darlene. Whatever Style had in him pulled out of his stinging rectum. He closed his eyes and panted, breathing in the pungent aroma coming from Darlene’s flooded cunt. The fuckin’ redhead had done it again.

When Jason finally opened his eyes, Style’s leather pants were in her hand, hanging in front of her. She turned and walked toward the house. Her ass was freakishly white and sexy as hell. In Jason’s mind, he heard her words again: don’t worry, I’m a professional. He rested his forehead on Darlene’s pubic bone.

“Thank you for making that dream come true,” Darlene said. “I hope you’ll be around for some of my other dreams.”

After what had just happened, Jason should have been terrified of Darlene’s dreams, but when he looked into those blue eyes, he smiled and said, “Me too.”

Gloria’s head turned left toward her mother, back to her aunt, then back to the left. Candy saw her daughter’s excitement mounting with each turn. It made her smile. For some reason, probably because Sally was there, it was more apparent how much Gloria was like her. Candy felt a sense of pride about creating that beautiful young lady and raising her to be who she was. It also frightened Candy that Gloria reminded her of herself when she was that age. Would her little girl struggle with the same things she had unsuccessfully fought her whole life?

“Well, Mom,” Gloria said, vibrating with impatience, “can I?”

Candy turned to Sally, and they both grinned. “Aren’t you scared someone might see you naked?”

Gloria shrugged. “Who’s gonna see me beside y’all?”

“Okay, be a J-bird,” Candy said. “Just don’t drown.”

Gloria rolled her eyes and turned toward the back door, grabbing the towel off the bar stool as she passed it. Sally sighed and shook her head. “God, she’s you, you raised—” Her voice wavered with emotion—”raised a little you.”

Candy didn’t respond until her big sister was pressed against her back, hugging her. “I know.” She held Sally’s arms, which rested on her stomach. “It’s scary.”

Sally turned her around and grasped her shoulders. “Candy, she’s beautiful ... beautiful.” Sally’s eyes glistened, and her lower lip quivered. “Perfect, she’s perfect. You did the right thing, baby. You really did. I’m so proud of you.”

If not for the tormented pain of a broken, regretful heart that was seared on Sally’s face, Candy might have enjoyed the moment. Instead, empathy crushed her chest, and her stomach burned with rage. She clung to her sister. “Sally, I’m sorry, so sorry that you—”

“No, Candy, no, don’t do that,” Sally said. “I did what I did, what I had—needed to do, and I deal with that. You did what you needed to do, and it worked out for you. You have a daughter. It’s obvious how close the two of you are and how much she loves you. Why aren’t you happy? What’s wrong?”

Candy kept her face stuffed in the crook of her sister’s neck. Sally gave her a minute before she pushed Candy back to arm’s length and held her by the shoulders. “Baby girl, what is it?”

Everything, Candy thought, every fuckin’ thing! She couldn’t look her sister in the eyes without crying. Everything was wrong. She was married to a man who treated her like a nanny. He didn’t love her or the girl she was raising by herself. Who was she to raise a child when she was still acting like one? “Maybe you and Bobby were right,” Candy said.

“No, we weren’t right about that!” Sally shook her. “Keeping Gloria was the right thing for you, even if things didn’t turn out the way you expected. Is it Evan?”

“God, Sally, what’s wrong with me?”

“Is it because he reminds you of Bobby? Do you love him the way you loved Bobby?”

“Um, ah, yes and no, not the way I loved Bobby. The way I feel about Evan is so confusing. I love him, love him like a mother would, as best as I can, anyway, but it’s like an addiction. He’s my drug. I keep telling him and me that we have to stop, but I can’t say no to him. Sally, I let him fuck me in the kitchen this morning. Anybody could have caught us, but that never crossed my mind until after. Then we did it again.” She hung her head in shame, afraid to tell her sister the whole truth. “I’m supposed to be the adult, yet I’m acting like—”

“Like you did with Bobby,” Sally said. “You’re not—Are you?”

Candy fell backward onto the couch, pulled her legs up to her chest, and hugged them. Her big sister saw right through her. Wasn’t that why she came here? Candy nodded. Tears dropped on her knees. “I swear, I didn’t plan it, or at least it didn’t start out that way. I had stopped taking them because I wanted to have a baby with John. I thought it would—”

“Damn it, Candy, you can’t fix a marriage with a baby.” Sally reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing eye contact. “Listen to me, you have got to be careful. If he finds out—Shit, it’s dangerous ... he’s dangerous.”

Her sister’s tone had changed so drastically that it scared and confused Candy. She had never seen that expression on Sally’s face. Did her sister know something she wasn’t saying?

Sally continued, “You have always thrived on taking risks, even getting caught, but you can’t do that with him, not like this. You should leave him if he makes you that unhappy. But if you’re—fuck—Candy, I’ll help you disappear. You have to leave if you’re—”

“Disappear?” Those helpless, hopeless, and trapped feelings twisted up Candy’s insides. “No, no, I can’t! I told you about Cindy. I can’t do that to her. John is paying for her college and her family, oh god, no. Cindy doesn’t deserve to lose anything because of what I did, and I can’t leave those kids with him. They don’t deserve that, either.”

“Cindy kissed you first. It took two! You didn’t force anyone to do something they didn’t want to do. You didn’t, ah, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m the grown-up,” she said. “Cindy was, um, I shouldn’t have let it happen. I was wrong.”

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

The feelings Candy had for Cindy were the final straw. Her body jerked with spastic sobs. Sally held her. “I’m sorry, baby girl, I’m so sorry. I should have done something and found another way to fix it. Something, I shoulda done something to help you.”

Candy was sobbing too hard to hear what her big sister was saying. They sat together on the couch, hugging until they heard the sliding glass door open. Candy quickly wiped her face and put on a fake smile.

“Aren’t y’all coming—” Gloria stopped when she saw them. “What’s wrong, Mom?”

Candy looked at Sally, shrugged, and said, “Nothing. Why?”

“You look like you were crying.”

“Yeah, we were,” Sally said. “Talking about old times had us laughing so hard we were crying.”

“Oh, okay.” Gloria considered that for a few seconds and said, “Aren’t you coming outside? Don’t you want to swim, too?”

The longer Candy stared at the wet-headed blonde with the towel wrapped around her chest, the bigger her smile got. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“So what? Nobody is gonna see you,” Gloria said. “Right, Aunt Sally?”

Candy wasn’t afraid of that, nor the prospect of being naked in front of her daughter, but she didn’t want her sister to get undressed; she was too emotional and vulnerable for that. Sally might touch her, press that nude, voluptuous body against hers. She didn’t trust herself, not even in front of her daughter. What a sad testament that was to her motherhood.

“Come on, sis,” Sally said. “It’ll be fun. We haven’t skinny-dipped since that time—”

“Don’t you dare,” Candy said.

“What, Mom, you’ve gone skinny-dipping before?” Gloria asked. “Tell me. I wanna hear about it, whatever it was.”

“It’s nothing,” Sally said. “Someone caught us, but it wasn’t a big deal.”

Gloria tried to weasel details out of her aunt all the way out to the pool, but once Sally started undressing, the girl fell silent and stared. That was when Candy realized her daughter was going to see Sally’s tattoo. Wouldn’t a girl who went down on her sister’s girlfriend in the kitchen put two and two together?

An hour after her brother got out from underneath her body, Deana was still curled up in bed with pillows surrounding her. It didn’t make sense how bad a beautiful thing could make her feel. It reminded Deana of the song “If It Makes You Happy” by Sheryl Crow. Evan had fucked her into multiple orgasms multiple times. They held each other, talking, kissing, and feeling each other’s emotions. She had already missed him and wanted him again. There was something cosmic or spiritual about Evan’s cock slamming into her. It was also dark, wickedly erotic, and deeply satisfying. Her father’s own son, the flesh of his flesh, had fucked the hell out of her. Her brother’s creamy load of sperm seemed to extinguish the burning hate she had for their father. Was that the only reason she wanted Evan?

Deana didn’t know the answer, but she did know that the sex had made her worthy of a shower before Rebecca got there, so she dragged herself out of bed and went to the bathroom. The other part of Deana’s disease was about Darlene. She let the redheaded vixen seduce her, and she enjoyed it immensely. Darlene took her, fucked her, and caused her to climax despite the fear of being caught. There was a plausible rationale behind letting Evan make love to her, but what happened with Darlene had been cut-and-dry cheating. Then again, hadn’t doing Gloria been the same thing? Yes, Rebecca had been there yesterday, but what about the morning Gloria spent with her in bed? All of the same desires had been present, and if Gloria had tried to do more that morning than make out with her, Deana would have fallen victim to the young girl’s wiles the same way she had succumbed to Darlene’s. God, I wish Evan had seen the similarities, Deana thought.

While drying off after the shower, Deana was frightened half to death when the door flew open. Gloria charged in, already unzipping. “Sorry, I gotta go!” She pulled her pants down on her way to the toilet.

“God, you scared the shit out of me,” Deana said.

“You didn’t lock the door.” Gloria’s pee was splashing before her cheeks reached the seat. “Wow, I was about to pop. Had to go since we left Aunt Sally’s.”

Deana smiled at Gloria. They were completely comfortable together, regardless of what was happening. Gloria wiped and pulled her pants up as she rose. Deana rolled and tucked the towel so it stayed wrapped around her chest. “You should have gone before you left.”

“I did, but I guess the pool water soaked into me,” Gloria said. “Aunt Sally has an amazing pool and house.”

Deana could see how excited Gloria was, and it dawned on her that Gloria had never met any of her relatives. “Tell me about her. What was she like? Is she like Mom?”

Gloria nodded and shook her head as she scooted her butt back on the counter. Her feet dangled. Deana grabbed a hairbrush and stood facing Gloria. “It can’t be both. Is she or isn’t she?”