Chapter 44

When Evan got home, the house was quiet. That was a good thing, he decided. A long and well-deserved nap was in order, but first, a shower. He walked into the bathroom and grinned at the panties lying on the floor. He closed the door and said, “I swear, I’m just putting them in the hamper.” Images of Deana’s naked body floated through his mind while he inhaled deeply. Things had come full circle, except now, Evan knew his sister had intentionally left the underwear for him. But why, he wondered while caressing his balls with the soft fabric. Aunt Sally made him promise to keep an eye on and take care of his sisters. At the time, standing in front of the naked woman, Evan nodded his agreement with the same level of conviction used when his mother told him to drive carefully. It was just something people said to someone they cared about. Wasn’t it?

Now, with Deana’s panties wrapped around his dick, Evan didn’t think so. Sally had chosen her words carefully. The woman’s expression had been set, and her tone was pleading and demanding. He should have pressed Sally for more, something specific if there had been anything. Was that her way of telling him she knew and he should take care of them, as in don’t have sex with them?

Oh well, Evan thought. Sally is a porn star, so maybe she does know, and she wants me to take care, as in fuck them really good? He stroked three more times and unloaded his balls into the crotch of Deana’s panties. Deana wanting him to do it and not caring if Candy found out made the orgasm more satisfying. Embarrassment and shame would have to levy their wages from somebody who hadn’t already committed every debaucherous and incestuous act under the sun.

Hours later, Evan was in the car, heading toward Darlene’s.

Sure, what Deana said made sense; there wouldn’t be enough room in the car if she went with him, so why had it bothered Evan? He had no reason to be uneasy about picking up Darlene, but he was, and maybe he did have a reason. The last time he went to Sunny Haven trailer park to drop Darlene off, they kissed, and then she closed the door in his face. There’s that, Evan thought, and the talk they had about girls with dicks. What if Miss Style told Darlene that she dry-humped him until it wasn’t dry anymore? The woman had blown him and blew a load on him, and he certainly hadn’t objected. What about Sally? Did Darlene know Sally? Gloria hadn’t said why, but she advised Evan not to bring up their aunt. Once again, he should have asked more questions. That might be why everybody knew stuff before him; he never acted interested or pushed for more information.

Evan told himself he was acting like a freshman on the first day of school and beeped the horn in front of Darlene’s doublewide. The front steps were still torn up, so Darlene’s tight black skirt rode up like window blinds as she extended her leg. He smirked, looking forward to when the redhead got in the car. Too bad she wouldn’t have to climb in the back a la Rebecca style, showing off her panties.

On her approach, Darlene didn’t wave, smile, or make a gesture of friendship, appreciation, or even acknowledgment. She looked down and walked as if it were the first time she’d walked on dirt in heels. Heels, Evan thought, wow, the girl’s ass was amazing when she did that high step walk down the corridor at school in sneakers. He didn’t care about her getting in the car anymore because the fuckin’ redhead would have to climb the porch steps at his house. Deana’s right, Evan thought, I am a pervert, and I don’t care.

Darlene opened the door, and Evan said, “Hello.”

“Hi.” She backed in ass first and brought her legs in together like a modest woman.

Evan was disappointed until Darlene tugged at her now too-short skirt. My god, he thought, as Darlene planted her heels in the footboard and pushed her ass back. She had the legs of a woman, not some high school girl. Amazing.

They were on their way to get the other two tumblers. It had been a while since Kimmy and Ann had been in his back seat. Watching them do gymnastics was quite entertaining in a four-out-five boners kind of way, but neither girl had ever put their panties on display while Evan drove them home from school. Rebecca was one of a kind. Although Becky and Rebecca were—

Darlene interrupted Evan’s musing. “Did you know Candy grew up there?” She pointed.

Why did she call my mother Candy? “What?”

“Yeah, not in that trailer, but on that lot.”

“Did you know her?” He saw Darlene’s expression and said, “Duh, I know, stupid question. You haven’t lived here that long.”

“If I had, I would have been a baby then.” Darlene grinned.

Evan thought, whatever, but tried to keep the conversation going. “I didn’t know, not really. I’m sure she mentioned where she grew up, but I didn’t know it was there.” He suddenly felt sad but didn’t know if it was for Darlene or Candy.

Darlene said, “Gloria told me.”

Damn it, even Darlene knows more than I do, but how or why would Gloria have told Darlene? “Gloria, yeah, I guess her mother would have told her about that.” Evan didn’t like the idea of the redhead and his little sister getting friendly enough to be talking about where Candy grew up. “Do you know the tumblers?”

Darlene wrinkled her face. “The what?”

“Sorry, that’s what I call Rebecca and her friends, Kimmy and Ann. The tumblers.”

“I’ve seen them, but I don’t know them,” Darlene said. “Are the other two like that wildcat, Rebecca?”

Evan stared at Darlene. The girl was like a spy, impossible to read, and always seemed to know more than she’d say. He rolled the dice, assuming Darlene knew everything. “I doubt anybody, except maybe Becky, is like Rebecca.”

“I guess you know both of them that way.”

It didn’t sound like a question, and Evan didn’t want to talk about how well he knew Rebecca, so he turned out of Sunny Haven onto Industrial Boulevard and decided if the redhead knew what happened with Style, he would rather have it out in the open before anybody else was in the car. “Remember the dreams you told me about the day I drove you home?”

Darlene angled her body toward him. “Sexy girls with dicks, that one?”