Chapter 28: When Time Stands Still

The ride home from the mall gave Evan time to think about the rings. Other than the one he didn’t have and wanted to give Deana right away, the rest made him uneasy. He had been glad Deana talked him into getting Candy one, but now he realized it would serve as a constant reminder that he fucked his father’s wife. To Gloria, the ring meant they were going to do it. Once that happened, everything would change again. He couldn’t have a girlfriend who was his sister or his mother. Deana and Candy understood that, and Deana didn’t care that he was having sex with Candy; she had a girlfriend, anyway. Their mother didn’t know he was doing Deana, but she knew they couldn’t be together once his father came home.

Gloria was another story, though. Deana’s comment about Gloria wanting to marry him had been playful, but the girl had a crush on him. Hadn’t he had hopes of marrying Candy during his crush years? If he gave Gloria a ring and made love to her, how could she not take it the wrong way? Jeez, she already got jealous when her friends flirted with him. God forbid Gloria told Jayda, and Jayda said, me too!

After the thing in the basement with Rebecca, giving her a ring might be stupid. Shit, why did he let Deana talk him into this?

Deana turned in the seat and put her foot on Evan’s lap. He looked at it and said, “You haven’t had foot cramps for a long time.”

Deana giggled and grabbed his thumb with her toes. “It would have been weird if I didn’t have a reason, and after a day at school, a foot massage is relaxing.”

“Huh, does public sex relax you, too?” he asked.

“That was amazing.”

“When did you plan it?”

“It wasn’t planned,” Deana said. “You felt up my ass in front of that lady and told me you wanted to buy me lingerie. That got me going, and then it just happened.”

“Is that where you and Rebecca did it?”

“No, that was in a different store, and that was all her. She’s bad.”

Evan rolled his eyes and slipped his fingers between his sister’s long, elegant toes. “If today was a test for when we go back to school, we failed.”

“Relax, we got time to get ready for that,” Deana said. “It’s not like I’m going to get naked and drag you into the girl’s room. Rebecca, hmm, that’s another story.”

He laughed but knew it wasn’t a joke. The tumbler was a lot like Becky. Anything could happen anywhere. “I’m not worried about that, but Gloria, she kissed me in front of Jayda’s house. I’m afraid she won’t be able to—”

“What did you expect after that orgasm you gave her? Then you took a shower with her,” Deana said.

“How do you know I showered with her?”

“Come on,” Deana said, “you think we didn’t talk about that? We’re sisters.”

“Does that mean she knows about us?”

“No, and she shouldn’t,” Deana said. “You should stop fooling around with Candy. Um, Gloria, ah, if Gloria ever found out, that would be bad.”

“I know, and I don’t think I should do anything else with Gloria. She’s in such a hurry. It would be better if she got a boyfriend, fell in love, and did it with someone she can be with in public.”

“Evan, I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret it.”

“But you have a girlfriend, you’re in love, and you’re older,” he said. “Why is she in such a hurry? Since dad left, you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve woken up with her naked body in my bed.”

“Ooh.” Deana shook herself. “You telling me you don’t wanna put this,” she used the arch of her foot and rolled his dick against his inner thigh, “in Candy’s clone? Damn, you’re getting hard. Twice this morning and again at the mall. Does it ever get tired?”

“Twice, jeez, she told you everything.”

“Yeah, and it made me mad that my tits aren’t big enough for that.”

“Don’t change the subject. Why is she trying so hard?”

“As I was saying,” she rubbed his now fully erect cock, “you know you want to, and she wants it to be you, so just make it the best first time she could ever have. She loves you.”

“I do, too, and I want to. I have since before it would have been okay, but I didn’t know that until today.”

“So that’s what you’re afraid of?” Deana asked. “You’re scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off of her, not the other way around.”

“That too,” he said. “Dee, I’m already worried about you, Mom, and me. Shit, can you imagine how hard it will be not touching Candy after he comes back?”

Deana mindlessly noodled his dick for a few seconds before saying, “I can, I actually think I can.” He waited for more while enjoying the attention. “Start now, as long as you start now, stay away from her, then in a few days you’ll be good at acting normal.”

“What about us?”

“We’ll figure that out later,” Deana said. “For now, we have the house to ourselves. Let’s have fun.”

In Becky’s bedroom, she was slumped in a chair with her feet on the bed, thinking. The night before, her mother had at least two glasses of wine that Becky knew of. The woman rarely finished one with dinner. But the extra alcohol couldn’t have been her excuse for the bathrobe-only situation because Becky saw her get the second glass after she had changed into that. A nun seemed a more likely candidate to go naked under her robe than Mary Barnes. If, for some bizarre reason, she had to, their mother wouldn’t have been caught dead sitting on the couch that way. Becky knew this because she had been checking her mother out for years. She felt sorry for the woman. A body like hers didn’t deserve to be entombed in terrycloth and padded bras.

In the conversation Becky had earlier with Jason, her brother blamed her and acted like he didn’t get a huge boner thinking about doing their mother or at least letting her catch them. Oh, he did. Becky knew that, but Jason didn’t have the balls to try to make it happen. Fortunately, like her, Jason lacked self-control. Once things reached a certain point, he couldn’t stop.

In Becky’s mind, if their mother had woken up the night before, she would have sat up with her mouth hanging open, but as long as they didn’t stop, the woman wouldn’t have said a word. Mary would have continued to sit there with her jaw hanging while Becky rode her brother’s dick. Jason wouldn’t agree with that, but he didn’t know what happened after he ran off with his drooling cock dangling between his legs. Now, the trick would be to tell Jason enough to whet his appetite but not scare him. If she set things up right, her brother wouldn’t be able to stop himself. At least I still have that fantasy, Becky thought.

Thanks to Evan, Jason knew about them. It would still be great to get fucked by Evan again, but he took away the anticipation and excitement of seeing Jason’s expression when he caught them. That had been how Becky’s other fantasy threesome played out. Jason would walk in and see his best friend plowing her pussy. She’d tell her brother to shut up and fill one of her other holes. It had to be something like that because Evan wouldn’t agree to it ahead of time. Although, that wasn’t the threesome that kept her awake at night. No, she wanted to share Evan’s vein-bulging, rock-solid dick with someone else. It had to be someone who would enjoy his cock as much as she did. They would kiss each other while Evan forced that plum between their lips. They’d lick and suck and kiss, then share his hot, creamy load while sucking each other’s tongues.

The empty driveway heightened Evan’s sense of independence and adulthood. They could eat whatever they wanted, watch TV, and touch each other without the fear of looking over their shoulders. “Let’s make the most of the time we have tonight, this next week, and as much as we can get away with the rest of the summer.”

Deana opened her door and said, “Deal.” She got out of the car. “Grab my bag.”

“Why should I carry your Victoria’s Secret bag?”

“Because you love me,” Deana said and shut the door.

He sighed and grabbed the bag. “I suppose I do.”

At the foot of the porch steps, he admired Deana’s butt. She stopped with her hand on the screen door, smirked, and said, “Or, maybe you just love this?” She yanked her shorts down and mooned him. The girl’s ass was an aphrodisiac.

Deana’s snug shorts caught on her bubble butt, lifting the sexy flesh into mounds above the waistband. She took her time and turned the struggle into a seductive wiggle. He dropped the bag and covered three steps in one stride. Whack. Deana’s right cheek bumped the left, and they both shook. “Ooh.” She jerked upright and turned around with her hands on her hips and her brow arched. “You’re fast.”

He stared at the front of Deana’s prominent hip bones and the waistband cutting across her mound. He stood one step below his sister and crowded her against the door. “And you’re lucky.”

“Um, Rebecca is the one who gets off on being spanked, so how am I lucky?”

“You’re lucky you’re not wearing a skirt.” He got to his knees and kissed the hairless slice of skin between her shorts and shirt.

“And if I was, would you lift it up and do something right here where we might get caught?”

He nodded, and his sister pushed her shorts lower. “What’s stopping you.”

It was irresponsible and dangerous, but he reached through the gap below Deana’s crotch, placed his hand on the curve of her lower back, and pulled her forward to meet his lips and tongue.

“You’re bad,” Deana nudged her shorts lower, arched, and leaned back on the door, “influence on me.”

“Mmm, I think it’s the other way around.” He pressed his mouth on the curve of Deana’s pubic bone, stuffed his tongue between her pussy lips, and hummed. Her fingers twisted in his hair, and she worked her pelvis, grinding her clit on his face.

“Ah, shit, Evan, oh God, we can’t, shouldn’t do it out here.” Deana panted and pumped her hips for a few more seconds. “Oh, shit, ah, the neighbors, the neighbors might see you fucking me.”

He imagined saying, fuck the neighbors and taking his sister from behind while Mrs. Bryn watched from her window, fingering herself. “I guess,” he said and slid his middle finger inside Deana’s pussy.

“Ah, wouldn’t it be amazing if it didn’t matter, if we could do it right here or anywhere without worrying?”

The tip of his finger trolled the wet groove and flicked roughly over Deana’s swollen bud. “We got the house to ourselves.” He stood up. “Let’s go in where we really don’t have to worry.”

“I guess we better, but first,” Deana said and pushed her shorts to her ankles. “Holy shit, you have no idea how exciting it is knowing someone might see me like this.”

“I think I do,” Evan said. “Remind me to tell you what happened at the creek.”

“Okay, but now,” Deana said, “let’s finish what Mom interrupted last time you had me for dinner.”

“I think it was lunchtime that day,” Evan said and picked her up. Deana’s flip-flops tumbled down the steps when she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried his sister through the screen porch and into the kitchen.

Deana pulled their father’s chair back, and he set her on the table, looking out the bay window at the driveway. Candy pulled in last time while his face was buried in Deana’s pussy. This time, if their mother came home, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted Candy to know about them, and he wanted Gloria to know, too, so he wouldn’t feel like he was cheating on any of them when he was with the other. Deana moved so he could sit, then she put her feet on the seat next to his legs and spread her knees. He stared between them. “Jeez, you’re incredible.”

She batted her eyes and said, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Mm.” He started kissing his way down her inner thighs. “Definitely not.”

Evan eagerly turned his head side-to-side, working his lips deep into her labia while poking her hole with the tip of his tongue. As much as he wanted to know why his sister was acting like she wasn’t a lesbian anymore, he was determined to enjoy it without asking questions.

An impending orgasm caused Deana to imitate a crab. Pushing up on her feet and hands, she thrust her pelvis high. He braced his elbows on the table and squeezed her ass with both hands, forcing her to endure the brutal lashing he was giving her clit. His sister was absolutely drooling orgasmic juices. They dribbled down into her groove, across her puckered anus, and dripped on the wooden surface.

Deana pushed his face away and dropped her butt. “I want you, ah, want you inside me ... now.”

Evan’s zipper was going down as he stood. His sister’s long fingers slid into his boxers, wrapped around his cock, and brought the bulbous head to her opening. She looked directly into his eyes and said, “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me on the kitchen table.”

He held Deana’s face between his hands and pressed his forehead to hers. “I love your potty mouth.” She guided him, and as if they were made to fit together, one shove was all it took, and he was deep inside his sister. He watched Deana’s black eyes register the joining of their bodies. Simultaneously, tears filled their eyes, and they said, “I love you.”

The arches of Deana’s feet contoured to the curves of his butt and helped him test the limit of her pussy. “Ooh, Evan, you make me feel so good.”

They moved as one in opposing directions, their speed and force steadily increasing. Deana’s cheeks squeaked on the tabletop. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back to the edge, dipped down, and angled his thrust upward. She leaned back and watched his glistening flesh move in and out of her body. It didn’t matter that he had seen hundreds of dicks fucking pussies in porn; the sight of his own cock sliding inside his sister’s body amazed and excited him as if it were the first time he’d seen it. Deana’s expression said she felt the same way he did.

Evan humped Deana until the last second, then he pulled out, shoved his dick down, and they both watched the cum pelt her bald pussy mound. It slid down over her inflamed lips and dripped onto the table. That’s when he consciously thought, fuck you, Dad, I just came where your plate will be when you come back and spoil everything.

The dry toast Candy ate before leaving the house had helped her churning, empty stomach, and the thirty-minute drive had been enough time for her to stem the flow of tears, but not the onslaught of doomsday scenarios bombarding her mind. John choked her for suggesting he give Evan more leeway. What would he have done if the security footage had revealed that she had allowed her stepson to do what his father explicitly forbade?

Candy stopped the fingerprint-smudged, softball-mom SUV behind a polished, black Mercedes-Benz sports coupe and wrung her hands on the steering wheel. More than likely, somewhere on her Tahoe, a kid had scrawled, ‘wash me’ in the grime. The two vehicles spoke volumes about the choice each woman had made.

They had the same parents, grew up under the same roof, learned about life in the same bedroom, and both got pregnant as teenagers. Then, one crucial decision took them in contrasting directions. Candy grabbed her overnight bag off the passenger seat, turned, dangled her legs, and slid out. The gravel crunched under her feet. She looked down and realized she was wearing her daughter’s sneakers. An image of Gloria’s face flashed before Candy’s eyes. It was the day Evan had kissed Gloria in the kitchen right in front of her. It had been a diversion in case Gloria had noticed the attention he had been giving Candy, but the girl had been aflame with the hope of reciprocated love for the rest of the morning. What kind of mother would do something that might dash the girl’s dreams?

Candy started toward the front porch, but an acidic, burnt smell clinging to the hot, sticky air halted her. Standing there in rural Mississippi, Candy felt right at home with a Gator McKlusky-sized foreboding. Surely, she wouldn’t end up like the guy in White Lightning, dropped off in a swamp, but the outcome of this visit with Sally had the potential to alter the course of her life as much as the choices she and her sister made as teenagers. This time, would they both end up without their daughters?

The door opened, and her sister stepped out. The moisture still trapped in Sally’s thick, red hair made it appear darker and lengthened the wavy curls. The shoulders of the luxurious pool robe were damp. Candy looked into the deep void between the woman’s breasts and saw the fabric that held the two halves of the bikini top together. She followed the opening down to the blue bottoms. “Did you steal that robe from one of those eight-hundred-dollar-a-day hotels?”

Sally ignored her diversionary small talk and extended her arms. The bag in her hand fell, and she ran like a lost child who finally spotted their mother. Her sister’s plush embrace caused Candy’s tears to return. Sally’s words in her ear, “I love you,” made her convulse with sobs. “Candy, it’s okay, I got you, baby, I got you.”

Deana laid on her back with her hands under her head, grinning. Evan slumped in his father’s chair, holding his sister’s feet in his lap. “That’s a sexy look, but now I’m never gonna be able to eat here again without picturing you sprawled out naked.”

She laughed. “Yeah, and I’ll be thinking about your dick squirting on me right where Dad’s plate is. How am I gonna keep a straight face?”

He shrugged. “How will we ever act normal again?”

“We’ll figure it out later,” Deana said, “but in the meantime, we have the house to ourselves. What do you want to do?”

“I wanna get naked and see how many rooms I can give you an orgasm in. What about you?”

Deana sat up. “I could be on board with that orgasm thing, but first a shower.” She held out her hand. “I love the way you wash my back.”

He thought about how Deana looked and felt when water and suds were cascading over her skin. “That’s a great idea.”

She got off the table and stood there naked from the waist down. “You remember that day when I was standing over there, wearing only a towel?”

“Um, you mean all the times you walked around with your butt peeking out or the morning you exposed yourself, and I had to run out of the house?”

“I’m sorry I used to tease you,” she said, “but I was talking about when you pinned me to the counter and told me I was lucky you didn’t pull my towel off.”

“I remember,” he said. “I scared you.”

“Doesn’t that seem like so long ago? So much has happened since then. We’re different people. All of us are different, yet it was only a few weeks ago.”

Evan’s head slowly nodded while he thought about all the things Deana didn’t know. “It’s crazy.” He had fucked Becky, Jayda, and Miss Tonya and raced Dale’s car, not to mention Cindy’s antics in her panties and kissing him.

“I wanted you that night. If you had followed me back to my room, we would have done it.”

“Damn it, I wasted so much time,” he said.

“You have a week to make up for it,” she said. “Come on, shower time.”

The next fifteen minutes passed for Candy without any perception of time. To her, it could have been an hour or a minute since Sally walked her from the front porch and deposited her on the couch. She pressed the heels of her hands into her face and squeegeed her cheeks and eyes as she lifted her head. Sally was in front of her on a love seat, staring.

“God, Candy, you look terrible.”

Candy felt as if her lips ripped apart when she opened her mouth to speak, “Thanks.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Sally said and got up. “You’re pale. Let me get you a drink.”

“I haven’t eaten much today.” She steadied herself for a second, then followed her sister as far as the island that separated the kitchen from the great room. Sally opened the refrigerator. Candy pulled herself up on one of the bar stools and propped her elbows on the tiled countertop. How fitting it seemed that her feet didn’t reach the floor while her big sister decided for her that she needed a bottle of water, opened it, and set it in front of her. “Drink, baby, drink some.”

She watched Sally through the water and churning air bubbles while she drank. Her sister’s expression matched the tone of her voice. “What happened? You promised me you’d be careful. What happened?”

I’m stupid, a stupid idiot, Candy thought. “I don’t know.” She drank several more gulps and took a deep breath. “Phew, it had finally stopped hurting, and all I had to do was make it until Cindy went to college. I’m so weak and pathetic. One kiss—No, all it took was one look, and I couldn’t say no. Now, it’s all there again, all that pain. I’m in love with someone I can’t be with, and fucking Evan, so I don’t have to think about it. I am so fucked, fuckin’ fucked! Damn it.”

“Candy, stop it,” Sally said and reached across the island for her hands. “You fell in love, and why wouldn’t you? Cindy is amazing. She loves you, and you need each other.”

“How could I be stupid enough to forget that he was going to see everything? He’ll know I took an overnight bag with me and didn’t come home. He’ll know Evan wasn’t grounded, and the girl he was trying to keep away from me was there. Cindy spent the afternoon. Nobody else was home, so I can’t say she was there for Evan or Deana.”

Once Candy paused long enough, Sally asked, “Are you done yet?”

“Sally, this is serious.”

“I know. I’m the one who begged you to be careful, but it’s going to be okay.”

“No, no, it’s not, it’s not going to be okay,” Candy said. “John is going to take Gloria and throw me out, just like he promised.”

Sally yanked Candy’s hands and squeezed. “Listen to me. It’s going to be okay. I told you I would help you. I’m not going to leave you again. I’m gonna fix this.”

“You don’t understand.” She remembered the air-constricting chokehold John had on her throat. “His security system—He’ll know everything.”

“No, Candy, he won’t see it.”

“What are you going to do, kill him before he gets home?”

“If I thought you were in his will, that would be my first choice, but I’ll edit the video. He’ll only see what you want him to see.”

The expression on her sister’s face slapped Candy’s brain from its state of emotional bewilderment. She shivered, thinking about the murderous rage Sally unleashed on her when she said, “Sally, we talked about raising her together, loving her, and being the best mothers in the world. What happened?” All these years hadn’t made it any less frightening. The redhead’s face had turned the color of her hair, and Candy never mentioned Sally’s baby again. “Sally, what are you saying?”

“Relax, I’ll fix this.”

“Are you some kind of hacker?”

“No, but I have a lot of experience with video, and I have friends who know things. I’ve already spoken to someone. You won’t have to worry about the surveillance, but you still have a big problem that we need to take care of.”

She sipped from the bottle, connecting bits of memory with ideas Sally had planted the last time they spoke. “I’m confused.” Really, she was afraid of the truth she might provoke. “How does Cindy know you, and why would she tell me to ask you for the truth? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Sally’s expression softened, and she rubbed up and down Candy’s forearms. “I’m not sure why she would tell you that. She shouldn’t have, but Cindy was the only person left who could tell me what I needed to know.”

“Know? What the fuck is going on?” Suddenly, her face was aflame. “I’ve been in the same house, had the same number, and you never called. Why didn’t you call? I thought—I don’t know what I thought. You could have been dead. I worried about you for years and never stopped wondering what happened to you and Bobby, and now you’re telling me you’ve been speaking to Cindy. For how long?”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Sally said. “I waited too long.”

“You disappeared for more than ten years, and, what, explain, please?”

“It was hard. I was just a kid, and LA was overwhelming. I didn’t even have a phone at times. It was before all this unlimited talk and text and smartphones and free Wi-Fi everywhere you go. If I had a phone, I didn’t have long distance.”

“You could have called collect, sent a letter, or a fuckin’ postcard. You could have at least let me know where you were, that you were alive.”

“I hated myself for leaving you,” Sally said, “but I figured if I could at least get some money, then I could do something for you. But time kept passing. Too much time passed, and I figured you hated me.”

“I could never hate you, but what happened to you?”

“Candy, it was skid row. I ended up stripping and sucking dicks to stay alive.”

“Oh, God, why didn’t you come home? You should have come back.”

“I couldn’t,” Sally said. “I wanted to do something, but time flew, and you married him. Once you were married, what could I do?”

“You’re here now. What changed?”

“You,” Sally said. “I was worried about you. How did it get this bad?”

“I told you, I had an affair, fell in love with her. Maybe I could have gotten away before, but I acted like a little girl with a crush, and I let us get caught. Now, John has all the power; he controls me. You were right. You and Bobby were right.”

“John controlled you before that,” Sally said. “That’s what he does. He manipulates, connives, and forces people to do what he wants. He’s always been that way.” Sally closed her eyes, took a deep breath in through her nose, held it, and blew out through tight lips. “John is sick, a sociopath. He was born that way, and he would have found something else to hold over your head.”

Candy let Sally’s words sink in for a minute. Something was going on, and it felt like a conspiracy to keep her from knowing whatever truth Cindy had been talking about.

“I need a drink.” Sally pointed toward a wine rack. “I’ll get us some wine.”

She watched her big sister drink a large shot of brown liquid from a fancy bottle before retrieving two wine glasses and a corkscrew. Hmm, she thought, Sally uses alcohol to cope, and I let my best friend seduce me, fuck my son every time he touches me, and restarted the affair that got me in this mess in the first place. I guess we both have issues, but drinking too much seemed safer than what she had been doing. “Bring me a shot of that, too.”

Sally poured a shot for Candy. She knocked it back while her sister filled the glasses. The eye-watering burn in her throat and the instant warmth in her belly were gratifying. Sally sat opposite Candy and said, “Can we drink for a little while without worrying about anything else?”

“Yes, of course.” The glass shook in Candy’s hand, so she steadied it with the other and drank the Kathryn Hall Cabernet Sauvignon as if it were water. The bourbon in her empty stomach was already being processed and sent through her bloodstream. Maybe a superb drunken stupor was better than the truth? Candy pushed the empty glass forward, and Sally refilled it with a smile.

“I’ll start working on something for us to have for dinner,” Sally said. “Go sit on the couch and relax a little.”

“Sure, and later, we can talk more.” Were her words already slurring, or was that her mentally exhausted brain not hearing them correctly?

Only a few words had been exchanged during the long, sensual shower, but that didn’t mean Deana and Evan hadn’t been communicating. No, it was quite the opposite. Evan used his hands to tenderly wash, caress, and massage his sister into a limp, panting rag doll of emotions. When the hot water started to fade, Deana clung to Evan while the last of the soap was rinsed from their skin. They exchanged a deep, penetrating stare that turned the cone of water streams into a “Beam us up, Scotty” moment. Their minds and hearts synchronized the way they had before all the shit happened. The full spectrum of Plutchik’s wheel of emotions passed between the twins, and time stood still.

The water had turned cold. They were both shivering, their bodies covered in goosebumps. Evan wasn’t sure if he had been laughing, crying, or both, but he was exhausted. Deana appeared dazed. He turned off the water, threw back the shower curtain, wrapped a towel around his sister, and hugged her as if they hadn’t seen each other for months. “Dee, baby, I don’t think I have ever loved you or anyone as much as I do now.”

“I know, I feel it, too,” she said. “That was weird.”

“It was. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, no, not now,” Deana said and stepped away. “I need a nap. Let’s rest for a while. Okay?”

“Sure.” He quickly dried off while Deana wrapped her head in a towel.

Deana led the way, and Evan smiled at the towel, dancing with the cusps of her cheeks. They walked past the door to his room. She turned right at her bedroom, passed Gloria’s room, walked through the living room, and turned into the kitchen. He figured she wanted a drink or something, but his sister kept going, and he followed her into the back part of the house.

His sister paused at the entrance to their parent’s room. He quickly saw why. Candy was like an Army cadet when it came to making the bed and keeping the place straight, but the sheets and comforter were on the floor, along with clothes and a towel. Deana looked at him with concern, but he shrugged and walked her across the room. She tossed her towel, climbed on the end of the massive bed, and crawled on her hands and knees. He had to shake off the stunned sense of awe before he collected the covers and joined his sister, wrapping them up in the smell of Candy. Deana rolled almost face down with a pillow in front of her, then she pulled him so he was in the same position as her, except her body was his pillow. The luxurious, king-size mattress seemed to absorb their cuddling bodies.