Chapter 19

Sally told Candy she wasn’t ready to meet Evan, so the two women quietly went to Candy’s room. The cloning of John’s hard drive and some other stuff that Candy didn’t understand was done, and Sally stashed the cables and thumb drives in her bag and blew out a long breath. “Good, that’s done. I’ll work on the videos at home.”

“Okay, good, that’s great, we’re done,” Candy said.

“I still need to look at your computer.”

“It doesn’t record.” Her face got warm, and her palms moistened. “It just pops up if somebody comes.”

“Candy, relax. I already know,” Sally said. “I’m assuming you didn’t get rid of that other thing, right?”

“I guess I haven’t changed much if you still know me so well.”

“I’m in no position to judge anybody,” Sally said.

“Okay, good.” What did her sister want then? The videos suddenly felt like family heirlooms or baby pictures she never wanted to lose. “You’re not gonna delete them?”

“No, not now. Just show me how it works.”

“Oh, okay, but are you gonna watch them?”

“I need to see the software and see if it will work. That’s all,” Sally said.

Candy didn’t understand or like the idea, but she unlocked the computer, showed Sally the program she used, and stepped aside. Her sister tipped the desktop computer forward, examined the back, said, “Okay,” and grabbed the mouse.

Both women gasped at the sight of Evan thrusting hard into Deana’s body. “Oh, God, Sally,” Candy reached for the mouse, “I should stop them.”

Sally pushed her hand away. “Why, because I’m here?”

“No, yes, I guess, I don’t know.”

“I wanna watch. She’s beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful,” Sally said. “She’s, ah, she looks exactly like Sandy.” Sally wiped her eyes.

And like Cindy, Candy thought, wishing Cindy would return her calls. “She does ... a little more every day.” Had Sally loved Sandra the same way she loved Cindy?

Neither spoke or looked at each other until Evan finished inside his sister, and the young lovers slipped behind the shower curtain. Candy turned to Sally and thought, at least she’s flushed and panting, too. However, that didn’t mean Sally’s panties were soaking wet. What do you say after watching your kids fuck, Candy wondered? “Sally.”

“Shh, don’t, Candy, don’t say anything,” Sally said. “Let me catch my breath.”

In the shower, Evan watched Deana close her eyes and tip her head back under the water. His sister had set the bar miles above what he imagined any other lover could reach. The water cascading down her smooth skin, over the hills of her breasts, and down those long legs made his knees weak. He filled his palm with shampoo and waited for Deana to open her eyes. “Let me.”

Deana turned and tilted her head back, allowing the black cloak to reach her butt. He put his hands on Deana’s head. It was strange lathering someone else’s hair, but the soft sounds coming from his sister told Evan she was enjoying it. Suds dripped on her shoulders and slid down her arms. He collected the hair in the center of Deana’s back and did his best to work the soap through all of it. The white lather glided over and funneled between the globes of his sister’s ass.

“Leave my butt alone and finish my hair,” Deana said.

“Stop reading my mind.”

“No need to read your mind. I know you.”

He laughed and got busy stroking the shampoo through Deana’s hair. “How can you live with that thing?” he asked. “I’d never be able to stop touching it.”

“I’d ask you the same thing about your dick,” Deana said, “but I already know you can’t keep your hands off of it.”

“Smartass, you seemed to have that problem, too,” Evan said. “What’s going on? First in the car, then in the bathroom. Were you recreating our firsts?”

“I guess it was kinda like that, but that wasn’t my plan.” Deana rinsed her hair and faced him again. “We said we’d make the most of this last week, and what happened made me so horny. Every time you pushed into Rebecca, I knew how good it was supposed to feel, and my body kind of felt it. The thumps vibrated into me but didn’t measure up to the real thing. I don’t think I have ever been so turned on or wanted you more. I couldn’t wait to have you, but I didn’t want to do it in front of Rebecca, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, um, I can’t explain it,” Deana said. “Maybe it’s still too special, too ... our thing. Does that make me selfish?”

He pulled Deana against his soapy body. “No, I don’t think so. You shared your love for me with Rebecca and the love you have for her with me. How could that be selfish?”

“God, if I wasn’t sore, I’d make you fuck me again.”

“What makes you think I could even do it?” Evan released Deana and looked down. “You might have killed it.”

The sight of Deana’s elegant fingers collecting and washing his cock and balls gave Evan a mental boner regardless of what was happening on the outside. “If you make it work, you better be prepared to let me use it.”

“No, better not.” Deana stopped. “Not yet. Come on. We should get out. You go upstairs first, then I’ll go to my room.”

“Why?”

“Mom’s home. Didn’t you hear her?”

“Oh, I guess I did when the door was open, and we were,” He raised his brows. “You didn’t seem to care then, so why pretend now?”

“Evan, I didn’t say she definitely knows or that she’d be okay with us walking around naked or having sex on the kitchen table or in her bed or—”

“Stop!” Evan turned off the water. “Talk like that is a surefire way to get yourself sorer.”

“Well, just remember, Mom’s off-limits, so if you can’t control yourself, I’m here for you.”

“Oh, shit, you made me forget,” Evan said and handed Deana a towel. “Mom gave you the pill?” Deana nodded while drying her hair. “Why would she do that when she knows you can’t date and you’re with Rebecca?”