Chapter 42

The mindless gratification from making straight lines with the lawnmower had been foiled. Evan’s pace was as hurried as the thoughts racing around in his head. If he finished fast enough, Sally might still be swimming or at least be naked by the pool. He imagined her engaged in lewd acts with Miss Style, which turned into fantasies based on what had already happened. Had he actually let a woman with a dick suck him off?

When he forced himself not to think about that, the party for Rebecca filled Evan’s thoughts. Who was he picking up later, and had he been invited to the party? If Gloria was coming, did that mean Jayda would be there? Fuck! Jayda was a ticking bomb waiting to explode his relationship with Gloria. Relationship, Evan thought, what the hell, she’s my sister. The only solutions seemed to be to tell Gloria before she found out, or bribe Jayda, or have a threesome with them. Oh fuck, just ask Deana what to do, Evan thought, she won’t judge me. It’s not like I planned on fucking Gloria’s best friend, or Candy, or Candy’s best friend, or Jason’s sister, or Miss Style, or even Deana. A passing fantasy couldn’t be considered intent. The same couldn’t be said for Evan’s ideas about what might happen next. They weren’t plans, per se, but they were more than imaginations with no footing in the real world.

Evan didn’t stow the lawnmower before heading back to the pool, but he did remind himself on the way that Aunt Sally was Candy’s sister and Miss Style had a dick. When he got there that morning, he didn’t fully believe his boss was the woman from the video, and she was already giving him the best head of his life before there had been confirmation. What was he supposed to do, shout, Oh my God, a dick, and run away? Of course not; that would be rude. Now, Evan had all the facts, yet he was still rushing back to the scene of the—Of the what? So what, he thought, I got head, only Sally knows, and who would she tell?

It was a relief when Evan didn’t see his boss, but Sally was still doing laps. He watched in amazement. With each stroke, her body twisted, and one cheek rose above the water. The woman’s ass muscles were like the engine room of a Destroyer, powering her body across the pool. Jeez, that lady is too much, he thought and didn’t try to curb the impure thoughts that added heft to his cock. After seeing him with Miss Style’s cum drooling down his stomach, so what if his aunt saw him with a boner. That didn’t mean he wanted something or was offering anything. She’s Candy’s sister, Evan reminded himself, but Sally was still more the woman he’d watched for hours, fucking and sucking, than she was his aunt. How many times had he leaned close to the monitor, driven so insane with lust that he was willing to give anything for one kiss or a lick? Now, the goddess he had squirted a load for last night when she wasn’t his aunt was right there. It was surreal.

Sally started toward the ladder, so Evan grabbed a towel and waited for her to climb out of the pool. It was an incredible thing to see. “Here, towel, uh, I got you a towel.”

The sun reflecting off the gold nipple rings caught Evan’s eye. Sally dried her face and said, “Handsome, hung, and a gentleman. A rare combination.” She wrapped her arms around him, and Evan was suddenly crushed into Sally’s voluptuous body. He returned the hug as if it were something he did every day. It was like hugging Candy, and that reminded Evan how much he missed holding his mother. Sally rubbed his back and said, “Candy does love you, Evan, really, even if things don’t turn out the way you hope they would.”