Chapter 12

Other than the ceramic plate Deana made in her 7th-grade pottery class, which held a pile of napkins, the kitchen table was clear. Candy sat with her back to the door, staring at the empty chair at the other end of the table, John’s chair. Soon, Sally’s car would come up the driveway, and her big sister would climb out in front of his cameras. It felt like years had passed since Tech Advance installed the security system.

Candy closed her eyes and pictured Evan that night, hurrying in for dinner, still pulling a shirt over his wet hair after his father yelled for him. She was furious about John’s monitoring system. He could track her every move, see who came and went, and be sure Cindy wasn’t coming over. The cameras were another nail in the box John kept her in.

Now, without anger overwhelming her, Candy remembered things that didn’t register that night. There had been a moment, a secret exchange of affection between Evan and Gloria. Candy saw it in her daughter’s eyes. Then, Evan spotted the button that came loose on her blouse. Candy knew he was staring, so why did she do it? Resting her breasts on the edge of the table and twisting while reaching for the cheese had been intentional, but was it a childish fuck you, John, or something else? In her subconscious mind, had she wanted to excite Evan, inflame the boy’s growing lust for her?

Evan’s reaction was predictable and expected, but Candy hadn’t anticipated the stiff nipples and warm moisture that formed between her legs. When looking back, it’s easy to build a case based on what had previously been a string of split-second thoughts and feelings and tiny moments in time filled with subtle hints. Now, Candy had the evidence, knew where and when it all started, and what it led to, but had she known what would happen next along the way?

Candy opened her eyes and glanced out the bay window, hoping Sally would be there. She wasn’t, so Candy answered her own question, “Yes, I saw it coming.” She knew Deana wanted Evan and that, eventually, he would take his sister’s virginity. Although getting to watch it happen had been a life-altering surprise. The sight of Evan’s magnificent cock cutting into Deana’s beautiful body flipped a switch in Candy’s subconscious mind that sent her back in time, mentally and emotionally. It also made it easier to justify her behavior.

All that insight, Candy thought, and I wasn’t prepared for Cindy. Could she have stopped it if she knew what Cindy was going to do? No, the fortitude and moral character required to resist Cindy’s love weren’t what Candy was made of. What they shared had been molten lava, and it was only a matter of time before it would have burned through Candy’s denial. Even dozens of poundings from Evan’s cock couldn’t have prevented the eruption Cindy’s kiss caused that night at the race track. The memory of Cindy’s intense, dark stare and how the teenager forcefully took her in the stall made Candy’s face hot. If she had it to do over again, Candy would have gone back to Cindy before Evan happened.

Candy wanted Evan, needed him, enjoyed every second with him, and loved him deeply. Still, the boy didn’t deserve the confusing mood swings and the conflict her on-and-off desires caused. The night before, she made Evan fuck her like an animal, then shunned him this morning. Evan probably thought it had something to do with the way he violently took her from behind, but it didn’t.

Candy pressed her hands to her face. Damn, I need to do something, she thought. I can’t just sit here with my thoughts and wait for Sally.