Chapter 27: An Ultimate Threesome

After the exhausting night of racing, Evan had gone to his mother’s room, hoping to find her awake. He had high expectations based on the previous night in her bed, but it was more than the sexual bliss that he hoped to recapture. It wasn’t anything Evan could explain, but his night with Candy had transformed him. They made love; he poured every ounce of himself into pleasuring her. They went to sleep, woke beside each other, and made love again. His mother’s countenance showed inexplicable satisfaction and adoration for him. Fuck you, Dad, Evan thought, I’m finally doing something better than you. He felt good about himself for the first time since—maybe since Sandra died. Evan was finally acting like a man. Did that make him a grown-up?

Evan had experienced a childlike sense of disappointment when he first saw Gloria had beaten him to Candy’s bed, but he couldn’t fault his sister for taking advantage of the situation. She had no idea her mother was having an affair with him. Gloria could never know that. That was why Evan had slipped under the covers behind his sister. What else was he supposed to do once Gloria realized he was in their mother’s room in the middle of the night?

Once he was in bed with Gloria between him and Candy, Evan’s mind was as fidgety as his sister’s body. He thought about all those times he had pretended to be the daddy, but there was a problem with that fantasy now. Sure, he was in bed with Candy and her daughter, but Evan couldn’t play daddy with Gloria’s body pressed into his contour. She had wiggled herself halfway out of her shirt. It was bunched up below her chest. The girl’s ass felt too much like Candy’s, and that made him feel things that weren’t okay toward his sister, let alone a daughter. It certainly didn’t help that Candy’s mini-me had used her mother’s body wash and shampoo.

Within fifteen minutes of not sleeping, Evan regretted the brazen act of getting in bed. The thoughts going through his mind weren’t things he wanted to add to his resume of debaucherous secrets. Those had been piling up, and it was getting difficult to keep them straight. Jason couldn’t know he fucked Becky. His mother couldn’t know he fucked her best friend, Miss Tonya, and she couldn’t know he fucked her daughter, Jayda. Gloria couldn’t know about that, either. Deana couldn’t know how much he wanted to fuck Rebecca. Candy couldn’t know what had already happened with Gloria, and certainly not what he wanted to do to her. At least Deana knew about Candy, and Rebecca knew about him and Deana, but that wasn’t any consolation when Evan considered what loomed on the horizon. How could he go back to being a grounded, sexless teenage boy who hopelessly pursued love and validation from his father?

Evan lifted his head off the pillow he shared with Gloria and peeked under the covers. Their mother was naked! Candy had let Gloria shower in her bathroom, then got in bed with her daughter, naked, and—No, he rejected that thought as he had the idea of them showering together. Gloria left and came back after Candy had fallen asleep. That’s what happened, he told himself. His mother stripped after she sent Gloria to her room because Candy knew he would come to her when he got home. Then she fell asleep, and Gloria hijacked his spot.

Either way, Candy was nude in bed with her daughter. Evan’s mind went to the videos Jason made him watch. They were stupid porn movies. Two people would be fucking on the same couch or bed or on the other side of the counter while someone else was there without noticing. Unbelievable, yes, but hadn’t they turned him on? He gently moved his leg over his sister’s body. The smooth, warm curve of Gloria’s waist was a perfect fit for his thigh.

There was one Step Siblings Caught clip where the daughter was on the couch, leaning against her mother, while her brother fucked her from behind. It was impossible that the woman would stare straight ahead like she couldn’t see what was happening in plain sight, yet he had watched it several times and jerked off. It was the sister, played by Gina Valentina, who hooked him. She had the most erotic, fuck me expressions Evan had ever seen, and she reminded him of Deana. That was something that Evan would do, fuck Deana, even if Candy was there watching. His cock swelled with the thought of their mother walking in while he pounded Deana’s pussy. Did he want Candy to know they were lovers?

Evan hunched and pushed the bulge in his boxers into the cushions of Gloria’s ass cheeks. A little wiggling and shifting got his bent cock into position. It straightened, emerging from the dick flaps. She grunted, bent her knee, and pulled the top leg forward. His cock straightened, sliding up the inside of her bottom thigh until it touched his sister’s pussy, then it jerked, pushing against the plumpness of the girl’s labia. Candy was right there, inches away from them, and his cock was in a position to fuck her daughter. The heat emanating from Gloria’s slit enraged the animalistic instinct to thrust until his cock was lodged inside the girl’s body.

Obviously, Evan wouldn’t do that to Gloria while she slept, even if Candy wasn’t there, but what harm was there fantasizing about it? He sniffed his sister’s hair and gently slid the head of his cock across Gloria’s crotch. Why not play out the fake porn scene, pretending he was fucking his sister while their mother talked to them without knowing? It wasn’t like Gloria hadn’t rubbed on him while he slept and made him cum on her thigh. She wouldn’t mind waking up with her pussy lips crusted over with his orgasm. After all, it was the closest thing to the ultimate threesome he would ever have.

This is stupid, Evan thought. Even if his sister were awake and asked him to shoot a load on her, he wouldn’t do it. As excited as he was, there was no telling how far his load would go. Candy might be the one to wake up crusty. Jeez, I gotta get the hell out of here.

The night before, Candy had showered and climbed into bed. If she liked to drink, she would have drunk herself stupid and passed out, but she had never used alcohol to hide from her problems. For that, Candy planned to let Evan fuck her brains out. The boy’s attention, enthusiasm, and sexual prowess made it easy for her to forget there was anything beyond the orgasms. Once they were exhausted, she would have made Evan spend the night again. In the morning, after another thorough pounding, Candy would deal with reality.

Instead of Evan coming to her bed, it had been Gloria. John didn’t allow that anymore, so in his absence, Candy wouldn’t send her daughter away, regardless of nudity. It was unusual, but it didn’t make Candy uncomfortable, and she didn’t think her daughter would give it a second thought. That was until Evan showed up. Being in bed with her daughter and stepson was awkward, at best, and potentially disastrous, yet Candy pretended to be asleep.

Candy thought about Sally, Bobby, and her laying in bed for hours on a Sunday morning, cuddling, talking, and eventually making love. She wondered what it would have been like to have a mother who took care of her, loved her, and made her comfortable enough to share a bed. Would the same thing that happened between Sally and Candy have happened with their mother?

While Gloria wiggled herself close to Evan, Candy created mental images of the way things could have turned out in the past and might in the future. She went to sleep hopeful, feeling loved and safe, with Evan and Gloria sharing her bed.

Deana laid on her back, searching the ceiling for patterns the way she would the puffy clouds while sunbathing. At that moment, her life didn’t seem any more real than the angel she’d found in the many layers of old paint. It was as if she had woken up walking a tightwire, exhilarated by the canyon below, confident in her ability and sure she’d reach the other side. Then, suddenly, she realized she wasn’t a circus performer. She was halfway across the distance, terrified to look down, move forward, or go back. It would be best to stay right there and enjoy the view until the wind blew. How did I get here, Deana asked the imaginary figure on the ceiling.

A few weeks ago, I was a typical high school girl. Now, I’m a lesbian who fucked my twin brother, had a threesome with my sister and girlfriend, and I want to—Shit, he’s coming back soon. Nothing will ever go back to the way it used to be, but everything, including the new fantasies she was having, had to stop before their father got home.

Deana looked at the naked gymnast lying next to her. Rebecca rarely got to spend the night when her father was home. So much for staying in bed together all day. Evan had to stop looking at her the way he did. Her father would pick up on that. She wouldn’t be able to shave her kitty anymore. What would he do if he found out she wasn’t a virgin? And what about Candy?

That was the thing that made Deana want to step off the wire or get a gun. How could Candy go back to playing step-mommy? The woman had been liberated from that bondage. She was happy, looked beautiful, and her eyes were full of joy again. Deana had her best friend back, the way things had been before the nightmare started. Candy deserved to have a lover, and there wasn’t anybody she’d rather see their mother with than—

“Girl, what’s burning up your mind?” Rebecca asked. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you piss yourself.”

Deana lifted her head and looked down. “Nope, no piss, you didn’t scare me that bad, but close.”

Rebecca turned, slipping her thigh across Deana’s stomach. “Mm, you’re so sexy in the morning.”

“What about the rest of the day?” Deana asked. Rebecca kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “Mm, Reb, I love you.”

“Enough to tell me what’s bothering you?” Rebecca asked. “You thinking about what’s gonna happen?”

“You know me,” Deana said, “I can’t help worrying about what’s gonna happen when he comes back from China.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Rebecca said. “Let’s enjoy every minute until then, okay?” Deana nodded, but her girlfriend saw right through the fake smile. “What else? There’s something else on your mind.”

They shared everything except her one secret, so Deana couldn’t keep this new one from Rebecca. “Remember when I told you my mother said she had been with another woman?”

“Oh my God,” Rebecca popped up, “you hooked up with Candy.”

Deana blew out, shaking her head. “No.”

Rebecca propped her head on her folded arm and stared at her. “I figured, but it was fun to imagine it for a second. Not that I could imagine being with a woman like Candy.”

Deana said, “You’re incredible.”

“Thank you,” Rebecca said. “So, what about Candy? We couldn’t figure out who she might have been with, and you thought she made it up to make you feel better.”

“Not anymore,” Deana said.

Rebecca flipped on top of Deana and sat up on her stomach with her knees tucked into Deana’s armpits. “What happened?”

Deana thought Rebecca was going to grab her neck and choke the words out. “Okay, easy does it. Remember last night when you and Gloria went back to the car for our sweatshirts, and I went to the bathroom?”

“Mm-hm.”

“This is strictly confidential. Evan can never hear about this.”

“Of course!” Rebecca said.

“Candy was with someone in the bathroom.”

Rebecca bounced. “You mean with someone, as in, ah, with them?”

“Yeah.” Deana saw her girlfriend’s deviant sexual brain whirling with ideas. “That’s not a good thing. I heard my mother getting fucked by another woman in a bathroom stall ... at the racetrack. It’s bizarre.”

The tips of Rebecca’s perky tits expanded. “And me, catching my mother fucking our friend’s mother with a strap-on, isn’t?”

Deana shook her head, trying to clear the image of Mrs. Stevens humping Ann’s mother with the massive, black dildo. “Reb, it was Cindy, my cousin, Cindy.”

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” Rebecca’s powerful legs crushed down on Deana’s sides. “Cindy? Wait, you said in a stall. How do you know it was them? Did you wait for them to come out?”

“No, shit, no, that would have been even more embarrassing. You should have heard it. It was definitely Candy. I thought it was Cindy, but later I saw her shoes, and I was sure. Actually, I was sure as soon as I saw them look at each other.”

“And you wait until now to tell me? What the fuck?”

“I needed time to process it,” Deana said. “You didn’t tell me about your mother until we needed one of her dildos.”

“I guess,” Rebecca said. “What did you hear? Did they say anything other than, ahh, ahh, oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me?”

Deana sighed. “And you wonder why I didn’t tell you last night? Candy and Cindy, wow, it’s still hard for me to believe, but it makes sense now.”

“How does your cousin hooking up with your mother make sense?”

“No, I mean the way things used to be,” Deana said. “Cindy used to call all the time, show up at Evan’s stuff and my games, and hang out at the house. I saw the way they acted and looked at each other, but I thought I was nuts. There wasn’t any way that could have been happening. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. I figured it had something to do with my aunt and my father. They had a fight or something. Family shit, you know, it’s stupid.”

“They had a thing together?” Rebecca asked. “How long ago?”

“I guess it started a couple of years ago, and I’d say they had more than a thing,” Deana said.

“You realize what that means?” Rebecca asked. “You, um, a couple of years ago, Cindy was the age you are now. You must look exactly the way she did then. You almost do now.”

Deana knew what her friend was thinking, but she said, “So?”

“Don’t play dumb. Look at you,” Rebecca said and circled one of Deana’s expanding nipples with her fingertip. “You’re excited just thinking about it. What if your mom is into you, too?”

“Will you stop that,” Deana said. “This is serious. If they were having an affair that suddenly ended, that might mean they got caught. Now, if it started up again.” She stopped speaking because thinking what her father might do was bad enough. “Evan can’t find out about this. Cindy is his idol, and Candy—”

“Is his lover,” Rebecca finished.

Deana opened her legs when Rebecca backed up. Her girlfriend’s butt settled between them. Their crotches were inches apart. She touched the wet spot Rebecca left on her stomach and said, “Seriously?”

Rebecca ran the tip of her finger up Deana’s pussy lips. “Look who’s talking. You’re dripping.” She sucked on her finger. The crooked smirk on the tumbler’s face told Deana where this was going, but Rebecca surprised her. “Tell me every detail with the sound effects while I get myself off.” She pushed her finger between their pussies and stroked her clit.

Deana thought about the stall rocking and the panting moans. Her cheeks were aflame, and goosebumps raced across her belly. She cupped her tits and pinched the nipples. “Okay, but what about—” Rebecca shoved a finger inside her pussy. “Ah, okay, you’re gonna multitask.”

“You could say that,” Rebecca said and stroked both of their clits. “Or you could say, I’m gonna make your cunt explode with pleasure while I fuck myself silly.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Deana said. “I heard, no, no, we can’t. Then the whole row of stalls shook, and Candy whimpered, ahhhh.”

“Mm, tell me more,” Rebecca said and slipped two fingers into Deana’s body.

She closed her eyes and recounted the vivid memories, “Yes, ah, yes, we can. No, ah, oh, please, please stop...”

Under the influence of Rebecca’s knowing fingers and tongue, the sounds of the reenactment became Deana’s own moans and cries.

In the dim light of Candy’s room, it would have been easy to mistake strawberry-blonde hair for golden-blonde, but not while the morning sun blared in Evan’s bedroom window. The strands in his face may have been washed with Candy’s shampoo, but they definitely belong to Gloria. So much for getting himself away from danger, he thought. It amazed him that the girl could climb the creaky stairs, open and close the door, get into the bed, and crawl up against him without waking him.

Gloria wiggled her butt and tightened her hold on his arm. The one pressed between her tits. It made Evan smile. There was no denying it felt good to wake up with someone he loved in his bed. Although, considering it wasn’t Candy or Deana, it would have been better if at least one of them were wearing something. His sister’s ass was smashed up against his groin. He nuzzled his face through her hair and kissed Gloria’s ear. “What did I tell you about getting in bed with me?”

“Mmm, I love waking up with you holding me like this.”

“Um, you’re naked,” he said.

“So are you.”

“It’s my room.”

“You got in Mom’s bed when she was naked.”

He was glad his sister couldn’t see the smirk on his face. “That’s because you were there. I didn’t know she wasn’t wearing anything.”

“What’s the problem then? You wanted to be in bed with me last night, and now you are.” She humped until his erection was in an ass cheek sandwich. “Unless you were actually there to get in bed with Mom?”

Instead of trying to sound convincing, Evan freed his arm, grabbed Gloria’s chin, and turned her head toward him. It only took a few seconds to realize the girl kissed with the same loving passion as her mother. Gloria twisted her upper body. He made room, and she rolled on her back without releasing his tongue from her mouth. He turned until his chest rested on her left tit. The nipple was hard. Gloria shoved her leg over as he rotated his lower body. Her smooth, thick thigh was between his legs. His cock and balls slid across the soft skin.

He pulled his mouth away from Gloria’s. “Stop that.”

Gloria smirked and kept struggling to get her leg out from under him. When she did, she used it to shove him over. Evan settled into the last place he needed to be. There wasn’t any place on the planet where he felt less in control of his senses than between a girl’s legs. Gloria looped them around his and shackled their legs together. He loved it when Candy did that to give him more leverage when thrusting into her.

His sister’s glistening blue eyes communicated her intentions. She nodded. He shook his head, remembering Candy’s look when she told him not to overlook what was in front of him for something out there. At the time, he thought or hoped Candy meant he could have her, but now he doubted that. Who else could his mother have been referring to?

The strength of a horny young girl’s pelvis is hard to comprehend. Gloria arched her back, pushing it into the mattress, and shoved the weight of his resistance upward. The moist lips of her pussy kissed the tip of his prick. She pulled her knees up, and he sank in. The hot, slippery flesh lapped at his cock head. He was in the perfect position. One thrust and his unyielding stiffness would slice through his sister’s virginity.

With grave certainty, Gloria nodded again. She wanted him to have her, and he wanted her like never before. She whispered, “Do it,” and her short fingers clutched his ass, pulling him into her.

Evan shook his head violently. “No.” He flipped over, but his sister clung to him. “No, no, we can’t.” He grabbed Gloria’s butt and pulled her off his dick.

Gloria’s palms slapped down on his chest. “Why not?” She pushed up. Her breasts fell together, swung, and changed shape. He bit his lip and watched the nipples grow. How many times had he stared at Gloria’s chest, wondering how big those nipples were and how they would feel in his mouth? “You know you want to,” Gloria said, “and so do I.”

At that moment, Evan knew what he had been telling himself about Gloria was a lie. Yes, she had always been special to him, but it was more than the big brother, little sister thing, and it wasn’t that she had morphed into the babysitter he had fallen in love with years ago. “That’s not how it works,” Evan said.

“I’m pretty sure this is exactly how it works,” Gloria said and pushed her crotch against the head of his dick.

“No, you don’t just do it.” He placed his hands below her breasts and pushed them together. Gloria leaned over. The silky skin grazed his face. He sucked the large, brown ring into his mouth and licked around it. Gloria pressed her tit onto his face. He sucked in as much of it as he could get. She pulled back. He increased the suction. The flesh orb elongated. He held the hard center with his teeth. Gloria tugged it free. He tightened his stomach muscles against the wetness of her grinding pussy.

Gloria pulled her knees up the sides of his body and sat up on his chest. He admired the beauty of the round undersides of her tits. Gloria pushed them together. “Are they as nice as Mom’s?”

“Mm, even though I’ve never seen Mom naked, ah, sitting on my chest, I’d have to say, hell yeah.” He glanced down at his chest. His sister’s swollen pussy lips were pressed out, and when she leaned forward, her mound piled up above her pubic bone. He stared.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Oh, um, nothing.” He held Gloria’s hips. “There’s nothing wrong.” He kissed the hill of golden fuzz. It tickled his nose. He squeezed the globes of her ass. His sister knew what he wanted. She lifted up, arched her back, and gave it to him. The moist, spongy flesh landed on his face. His sister’s young lust was seeping. He flipped his head side-to-side, opening her. Gloria sucked in a hissing burst of air. The taste made him quiver. She shoved her pelvis forward, smashing her pussy on his thrusting tongue. The girl’s juices coated his lips, enraging his desire. He plunged his tongue inside his sister’s body and pulled her down to get more, drinking in her readiness.

Gloria leaned back, planted her hands on the bed, and rode his face. He licked from her clit to her ass groove. It was obvious his sister had done this before, but he planned to make it her best.

From nose to chin, Evan was slick with his sister’s excitement. The pace of her humping groin matched the short, sharp pitch of her moans and groans. Her incredibly oversized clit was a hard pussy cock, snapping over his tongue. He picked her up, turned her around, and tossed her face down beside him.

“What, ah, why did you stop?”

Because Miss Tonya taught me how to make you remember this forever, Evan thought. He needed to thank that woman for the afternoon of sex education. It had helped him more than once. “I’m looking at the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he said. Her amazing pussy bulged between her legs like a bullseye, mocking him.

Gloria strained, twisting her neck to look back at him. “Are we going to do it now?”

He looked up and down the girl’s naked body. She was perfect, head to toe. His heart was pounding. He would never be able to look at his sister again and not imagine her naked in his bed.

“Well?” Gloria asked.

Evan placed his hands on the back of her knees, turned his thumbs to the insides of her legs, and his fingers to the outside. “Relax.” He moved up, pausing every few inches to squeeze her thigh muscles. The whole time he stared at the girl’s pussy, imagining how it would feel to slide into her from behind. How ironic was it that he was seeing Gloria the same way he’d seen her mother that night when he first snuck into her room? The only thing missing was those fuckin’ red panties.

When he reached the smiley face creases, Evan pushed Gloria’s ass cheeks together and upward. “Jeez.” He kissed the crests of each globe and grabbed the right one with his teeth. Gloria squirmed and tightened her glutes. He sucked and nibbled the wad of flesh until his sister squeaked, then he pressed his face into the glorious ass cleavage, burrowing down until the tip of his tongue was circling her tender anus. She did an inchworm impersonation, shoving upward. Her cheeks spread. He grabbed her pussy bone and rubbed her clit in rhythm with his thrusting tongue. His sister moaned and slapped her hands on the mattress.

He stroked his thumb through the deep pussy groove, challenging the narrow opening. Gloria bucked, forcing him into her. He moved his face away and pumped her crotch, thumb fucking her while grinding her erect clit with his index and middle fingers. His sister humped, making him go deeper and deeper inside her body. Her ass cheeks shook and bounced with her thrashing. It sounded and looked like the most erotic thing he had ever seen, but it felt like something even more wonderful.

Evan grabbed Gloria’s hips and turned her over in one rough motion. Her head popped up. He lowered his face between her legs and pressed his lips to the hood at the top of her slit, peering over her curly bush to meet Gloria’s eyes. She smiled her approval, and he used his tongue to expose the nerve center of her pleasure. His sister sucked in a huge breath and dropped her head. He inhaled with increasing speed, letting the air slice across the girl’s clit. Gloria whimpered and grabbed his head. He flicked the tip of his tongue, and she pulled his hair.

The cries of pleasure grew, but his sister’s thighs muffled the sound. Evan stuffed his long, thick finger into her tight pussy tube and pumped it. Gloria’s legs opened and closed several times before clamping down on his head. He licked harder and fingered her faster. She bucked violently, then crushed his ears and shoved her pelvis upward. He couldn’t hear a thing, but he was proud of his work. His sister was going to remember the first time he went down on her forever.

Gloria released Evan’s head, rolled on her side, and curled up. He laid behind her and pulled her close. “You’re shivering,” he said.

“Mm, ah, no, I shiver when it’s good,” she said. “I’m trembling now. That means it was great.”

He crossed his arms under her tits, hugging her tight. “That’s good, right?”

“Ah, no, that was amazing ... the best ever.”

Evan had to restrain himself, or he would have crushed his sister in his arms. He slipped his thigh over her hip and into the curve of her waist the way it had been in Candy’s bed. Gloria hunched, rubbing her butt on his boner. He realized he had started something that even his father’s return wouldn’t be able to stop. “Mm, baby.”

Gloria sighed heavily. “You know, you can still call me your baby girl?”

“Thank you, I love you ... really.”

“I love you more.”

He kissed his way up her neck and whispered in her ear, “That’s not possible.”

“Does this mean—” Gloria reached between them and grabbed his cock, —”now we’re gonna do it?” She pulled her middle forward, forced his stiffness down, and shoved her ass back. He was lodged in the gap at the tops of her thighs. The pulsating purple dome of his cock was pressed into the hot, slippery wedges of her pussy.

“No, we can’t do it, not now.”

“How come?”

He gave three short, fast thrusts into the press of his sister’s legs and started shooting the load of cum that had been threatening all morning. The slimy fluid coated her labia, ass groove, and the tops of her thighs. She rocked back and forth. He shoved the length of cock through the lubricated channel and sent a few squirts onto the sheet in front of his sister. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re too much for me.”

She turned on her back and pulled his leg over her stomach. His waning erection pressed against her hip. She batted her eyes. “Really?”

He stared at the girl with the satisfied, lazy smile and deep dimples, and his chest tightened. It was terrible; he had it bad, a bad case of loving another girl he couldn’t walk hand and hand with or kiss in front of anybody. “Yeah, really.” He kissed her. “You know we have a problem, right?”

“What?”

“I am never going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

Gloria grinned and placed his hand on her tit. “That’s not a problem.”

He played with her nipple, then slid his hand down to her belly, just above the mound of blonde hair. She rolled toward him. They kissed. She pushed him back and threw her leg over his stomach, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. He held her thigh and stared at the ceiling. If he had to choose between Deana, Candy, and Gloria, who would he pick?

They slipped into a post-climax snooze. Even without the crusty evidence matting Gloria’s pubic hair and staining the sheet, it wouldn’t have taken a genius to know what the two naked teenagers had been up to.

Sunday morning, after race night, Jason awoke from what he thought was a dream and rubbed crust from his eyes. A spark of reality flickered, and the dull grogginess of sleep instantly vanished. It wasn’t a dream. Fuck, I sure opened Pandora’s box again, Jason thought.

The night before, everything about the night at the races made him desperately horny mentally and physically. Billy Joe wanted him, and he had been so close, yet denied at the worst time. That was enough to make him want to scream, cry, and kick his feet. Then he rode home in the backseat with whatever pheromones were emanating from Rebecca and Gloria. He hadn’t seen anything specific, but there was something funny going on. Every time they went under a streetlight, he saw an expression on Rebecca’s face that suggested she had just pulled it from between Gloria’s legs. The thought of the tumbler with Evan’s little sister made him ready to fuck anything that stood still long enough to get his dick in it.