Chapter 47

It was not Evan’s smartest idea that day, but Jason hadn’t shown up, and he wasn’t answering his phone, so Evan needed a way to pass the time before joining Deana and her friends. He was watching the video he found starring Style and Sally. At that moment, his aunt was the meat in a fuck sandwich. Style was under her, sixty-nine position, and a guy was on top, fucking Sally. She sucked Style off while Style ate her out. The guy’s balls were bumping Style’s forehead. Occasionally, she would suck them or let the guy face-fuck her.

Evan lowered the front of his sweatpants and lubed his hand. Getting off before he subjected himself to the pantyless Darlene and the rest of Deana’s pack was a great idea.

Sally grabbed Style’s rigid cock, aimed it, and let blast after blast of cum splash her face. Evan’s mouth hung open while his boss squirted and squirted and squirted. He had never seen anyone, not even Peter North, shoot so many powerful, straight-line bursts. No wonder it was all over me, he thought, wishing he had watched it happen. The woman was a super-soaker cum gun. Seeing a lady blow a load was exciting in a strange, confusing way. Dollops of Style’s jizz dangled from Sally’s chin and hair. That is why I’ve been gobbling down all those “cum like a porn star” supplements, he thought.

The downstairs door opened, and the steps creaked. Shit. He closed the browser and wrapped the elastic waistband around his erection to hold it flat, then he pulled his shirt down to conceal it and wiped his hand off. Deana opened the door without knocking. He said, “Hey, what if I was—”

“Cumming in my panties?” Deana said.

“That’s your fault for leaving them on the floor.”

“I suppose it is.” Deana chuckled. “Hey, I want to watch you do it sometime.”

“In your panties?”

“No, just you getting yourself off. I want to see it happen.”

“Hell no,” he said. “That’s embarrassing.”

“I’ll be doing it, too.”

“Now?”

“No,” Deana said, “we need you downstairs.”

“Oh, shit, sorry, I forgot to move the couch.”

“Not a problem, we handled it.”

“Good, then I’m going to wait until Jason gets here. Then we’ll be down.”

“You mean you’re going to finish jerking off?”

Evan reached around, grabbed the backs of Deana’s thighs, and slid his hands up. They easily fit inside the loose leg openings and encompassed the bubbles of Deana’s butt. “Ooh, you weren’t joking, no panties.” He pulled her groin against his erection. “We could have a quickie before we go?”

“Not now,” Deana said.

“But I’m really, really horny, and you said you’d be here for me now that Mom, you know.”

“But it’s Rebecca’s party, and if she comes looking for me.” Deana shrugged and flipped her hands up. “Sorry.”

It’s your fault for watching porn, Evan told himself. “I guess you’re right.” Especially that porn, you idiot.

“Thanks, big brother.” Deana kissed his cheek. “Let’s go. Rebecca’s ready for her spanking.”

They had been spanking Rebecca on her birthday since they were kids, but that was before he had seen the tumbler naked, on her hands and knees, waiting for him to fuck her. And it was before Rebecca was Deana’s girlfriend. He wondered if Deana would help hold the wiry little fighter down the way she had in the past. “You sure about this?”

“Of course,” Deana said, “and bring her present.”

“Present? I don’t want to give her a ring in front of everybody. That’ll be weird.”

“We’ll say it’s from both of us. Everybody will think that means you had to help me pay for it.”

“What did you get her?”

“I gave her the best dick she’s ever going to have.” She squeezed his boner. “Now lower the flag pole and come on.”

Evan blushed. “Whatever you say, just give me a few seconds without your sexy ass in here.”

“Okay, and Evan, don’t hold back.”

The naughty twinkle in his sister’s eyes raised Evan’s brows. “Huh?”

“Spanking her, don’t hold back.” Deana started down the stairs. He stayed there for a minute and thought about spanking his sister’s girlfriend in front of her.

Halfway down the open staircase into the basement, Evan ducked to sneak a peek at what awaited him. His bench and weights had been moved. The girls had dragged a couch over from the unfinished side of the basement, so they had three arranged in an open-ended rectangle. The open end faced him, and a table was behind the sofas on the right. It was covered with red plastic cups, soda bottles, bowls of snacks, a Bluetooth speaker, and other junk. Torn wrapping paper and other party debris were scattered. It was a mess, but at least there weren’t any panties on the floor. Not yet, he thought.

Evan took a few more steps and cursed Jason for being late. In fantasies, being alone with six girls was terrific, but in the real world, Evan felt like a cat walking into a dog park, and it would be worse when Becky got there. She was an unpredictable little vixen. Thank God Jayda and Alex aren’t here.

Ann, Kimmy, Deana, and Rebecca were standing by the table, talking. Darlene was on the couch with Gloria. His sister’s leg overlapped Darlene’s thigh, and Gloria’s hand was in Darlene’s. How did the redhead know Gloria well enough to be holding hands with her? It made Evan more uncomfortable.

Deana waved Evan over and made him sit on the short couch facing the space between the other two. To his right, Gloria and Darlene turned toward him with interest. “It’s time,” Deana said to Rebecca.

It surprised Evan how easy it was to get the tumbler down across his lap. The annoying, shy girl he had kissed years ago on that same couch didn’t run, screech, squirm, or fight. That had always been most of the fun. Now, he pictured Rebecca on top of Deana, ready to surrender her tight pussy to him. Fucking her again would be so much better than spanking her.

Evan looked at the girl’s second skin. Black spandex was his favorite color. He slid his hand up Rebecca’s thigh and over the firm cheeks, then he raised it for the first of eighteen slaps, one for good luck. “Not so fast,” Deana said, grabbing her girlfriend’s waistband.

Rebecca coiled and twisted. “Dee, no, no, I’m not—”