Chapter 49

Darlene had just offered to let him fuck her in front of both his sisters and her friends, and there wasn’t anything Evan would have rather done, but he shook his head. “No, Gloria, she wouldn’t really want us to do that.”

Darlene’s smile grew as she nodded. “Good.”

“You’re supposed to be simulating making out, not sharing secrets,” Rebecca said.

Evan started to turn, but Darlene grabbed his face. “You better not hurt her.”

The girl’s expression was more terrifying than Deana’s meanest glares. “She’s important? ... Is she who you meant in the car before?”

Darlene nodded. “She’s the first person I have ever cared about..., so you better not hurt her.”

Evan gulped. “I won’t.” He turned, afraid of what he would see looking back at him, but before he had a chance to read their faces, Darlene changed everything. A cool sensation and the thud of his boner whacking into his body came at the same time. Ann covered her gaping mouth with one hand and pointed with the other. Kimmy leaned forward, and Jason cracked up before Evan could reach for the pants Darlene had pulled down.

“That’s embarrassing,” Deana said.

“Not at all,” Becky said. “I want to be simulated with that next.”

“Shut up, Becky,” Jason said.

Evan jerked when Darlene slapped his ass, then he watched her walk back to the spot next to Gloria. His sister wouldn’t look at him. It had to be Gloria’s idea, Evan thought and stood behind her, wrapping his hands around her neck. She shrugged her shoulders, giggled, and squirmed, but he kept up the tickle-choking until she was thrashing and sliding down. “You just wait,” he said, “I’m gonna get you back.”

When Evan let go, Gloria looked up and said, “Nice boner.”

Shit, my little sister just mentioned my dick in front of everybody. He pretended to ignore it and his burning, flushed cheeks. “Thank you.”

After Evan sat down next to Deana, he whispered, “What the fuck. Gloria told Darlene she wants me to, ah, you know, with me.”

Deana said, “You’re so into her.” Evan assumed Deana meant Gloria until she added, “And I think she’s in love with both of you.”

“Becky, it’s your turn,” Rebecca said.

“With Evan?” Becky asked.

“Not me,” Ann said. “Please, not me.”

Rebecca clucked and flapped her arms at Ann. Deana said, “Becky, the who for you is the person who last chose for someone else. Congratulations, Gloria, that’s you.”

Gloria nodded. Evan gulped and leaned to the side, looking down the length of the couch Becky, Gloria, and Darlene were on. He realized all three of them had worn skirts. Which one of them organized that, Evan wondered. It had to be Becky or the redhead. Gloria hardly ever wore a skirt at home. He knew what was under Darlene’s, and Becky was wearing leggings, but what was under Gloria’s skirt?

Becky flipped around on her knees and straddled Gloria. Evan watched his sister’s feigned resistance as Becky used two fistfuls of her hair to pin Gloria’s head to the back of the couch. If she is going to do that, Evan thought, I want to grab Becky’s pigtails and fuck her from behind while they make out.

The profile view Evan had revealed with certainty that the make-out was as fake as when he pretended to kiss Alex. Gloria struggled, but not in resistance. She was fighting to get her hand between Becky’s legs. Becky would let her, but would his sister grab another girl’s pussy in front of everybody? It didn’t matter, Evan decided, it couldn’t be any more exciting one way or the other. He imagined them in the sixty-nine position, Gloria on the top, taking him while his balls slapped Becky’s forehead, just like Miss Style. A twinge of realization made Evan tighten. He wanted to be on the bottom, looking up at a cock, and maybe even—No, stop that, Evan told himself.

With her pigtails wagging, Becky shot up, arched back, and thrust her crotch against Gloria’s body. Jason’s sister, who was supposed to be over by the stairs, simulating a make-out scene with Gloria, was dry-humping his sister three feet away from him. More like stimulation, Evan thought and adjusted his shirt to better hide his true feelings about his little sister making out with Becky. Jason stared at Evan with his fuckin’ Becky expression.

Becky flopped to the side, straightened and pulled herself into a proper sitting position, except now her bent leg was over his knee, and her foot was looped behind his calf, holding it. “I’m sure you are completely satisfied with our simulation,” Becky said. “I know I am.”

Gloria seemed unfazed. Darlene smiled and held Gloria’s hand on the couch between them. The intimate gesture made Evan’s teeth clench. He didn’t want to share Gloria with Darlene, and as insane as it seemed, Evan didn’t want Darlene to be with anyone else. She was special to him now, and Evan felt as if he needed to protect her or keep her safe from something. He swallowed hard. His feelings disturbed him.

“I’m gonna take a bare,” Gloria said.

“You don’t have to go,” Deana said. “You just performed a very convincing, um, well, more than a first kiss.”

Gloria shrugged and reached under her T-shirt. It rode up as she twisted and worked a hand around to her back. Evan got wonderful glimpses of his sister’s underboob before she magically pulled a bra out. Jason said, “No fair! There should be a rule against that.”

Evan checked each girl and decided Ann was the only one whose mother wouldn’t have told her she needed a bra in public. Becky, Darlene, and now Gloria absolutely should have been wearing one. The outline of his sister’s nipples were bleeding through the tight shirt. From the side, with their four breasts lined up in a row, Evan saw how similar Gloria and Darlene’s tits were. Both sets were round and firm, resting gently on their bodies, swollen at the sides where their upper arms would push them together to increase the depth of their cleavage. He wasn’t sure he could tell the difference in a blindfolded squeeze test. I’d probably have to use the titty fuck method, Evan thought. Surely, his dick would remember how Gloria’s tits felt wrapped around it.