Chapter 51

DOWNSTAIRS

Everybody heard the door at the top of the stairs opened and closed, and they watched Darlene come down. She seemed subdued as she walked to her seat. Gloria gave her a questioning look. Darlene whispered in Gloria’s ear. She nodded and rubbed Darlene’s arm.

“Sorry I took so long,” Darlene said. “I ran into ah, Candy.”

That explains a lot, Evan thought. He had run into Candy outside the bathroom door. His mind went tilt, and his balls tingled. Darlene and Candy, he thought. That would be too much to handle.

“You only missed Kimmy taking off her panties,” Becky said. “I bet she wishes she had worn a skirt, too.”

Darlene grinned. “I bet she does.”

Kimmy nodded lethargically and stared at her knees, which seemed to be nailed together since Darlene returned. Now, Evan could be sure Darlene had fucked with Kimmy, and he wished he could have been there to watch.

“Ann, it’s your turn now,” Deana said.

“Do the dare,” Rebecca said.

Ann stood, shaking her head, and said, “As embarrassing as this might be,” she wiggled her pants down, kicked them off, and tugged her shirt until it covered her plain white underpants, “I’ll take a bare.”

Evan stared at the girl, waiting for the stretched shirt to pop off her shoulders and fly down her body. “We’re skipping me,” Rebecca said, “so it’s your turn, Dee. I’ll do the honors.” She closed her eyes and reached into the bag.

Ann said, “I hope it’s Evan.” Her animosity wasn’t masked with a smirk this time, and Deana didn’t snicker.

“It says whoever removed clothing last gets to choose who,” Rebecca said. “Ann?”

“Not my brother,” Deana said.

“You made me get kissed by a girl,” Ann said as if there wasn’t anything more disgusting. “And you must have known this was possible, so keep it in the family. I choose Evan for you.”

Evan saw his sister fighting back a smirk as she stood. “Just because it’s your brother doesn’t mean we’ll settle for something that isn’t convincing,” Ann said, and everybody agreed.

“Not a problem.” Deana grabbed Evan’s hand and tugged him along. He thought, definitely a problem.

They moved to their right, where the stairs were almost high enough to stand underneath. Evan turned around and rested the back of his head on the staircase, facing the room. Darlene was closest, on the end of the nearest couch. Jason was across from her, with Kimmy and Ann next to him. Ann was way down at the far end, Rebecca to her right, catty-corner on the couch facing them.

Deana smirked at Darlene and turned back to Evan. “Down, bitch, on your knees.”

Oh, good, Evan thought, she’s not going to put her face near my dick. His sister mimicked the redhead, grabbed Evan’s hair, and arched back. Now, Evan was thinking, oh fuck me. Deana’s delicious pussy was inches away from his mouth. He could smell her lust. Why was he surprised that Deana was getting off on the game as much as he was?

“Don’t just stare at it,” Deana said, looking over her shoulder toward Ann. “Eat me out!” Evan glared at her, but she pulled his head into her thrusting pelvis. The gaping leg openings revealed his sister’s smooth, hairless labia. Deana’s slit dripped with the readiness he required when forcing the bulbous knob of his cock inside her. Evan held on to his sister’s thighs and pressed his face into her crotch. A quick side-to-side head shake moved the material away, and Deana’s flesh touched his lips.

It wasn’t a decision Evan made; his tongue came out because it had to. Deana’s body made a jerky twerk that was probably involuntary as well. The plump swells smashed into his mouth, spread, and covered his lips with Deana’s wet inner flesh. She was on fire. His hands slid up, stopping when they bumped into the underside of her ass cheeks. He thrust his tongue out and shoved his hands into her shorts. There wasn’t any better way to eat his sister out than with her glorious ass firmly in his grasp.

Rebecca clapped loudly. “Wooo, that’s the best simulation of the night.”

Deana grabbed one of the steps, pulled up, and lifted her legs over Evan’s shoulders. Her thighs clamped around his neck, choking and bending him backward. He stared up at her. Deana’s expression said, I want more, but this is insane. She let him fall on his back and walked away.

“There,” Deana said, “I don’t think anyone gets to complain about their with who after that.”

Evan worked his awkwardly folded legs out from under him and looked up through the steps. A lot had changed since his junior pervert days, laying there to watch Deana and Rebecca going up and down.

“TV-16, really?” Ann said.

“More like soft porn,” Jason said.

“I’m next,” Becky said. “Stay there ... just in case.”

Rebecca grinned at Evan with a piece of torn paper in her hand. Deana plopped down beside her and said, “Ooh, Becky, lucky you. It says the person on your left, and even though Evan isn’t there, he should be, so let’s see if you can simulate better than me.”

At least she’s wearing leggings, Evan thought. Becky was there in a second, standing over him. It was like the night she squatted on his face while Jason was showering. The freak wanted to get caught fucking him, and when he refused, she made him watch Jason do her. Becky’s legs started bending, and Evan saw the ripped material parting. Fuckin’ Becky sat on his chest and scooted forward, dragging her drooling crotch across his chin. Her skirt draped Evan’s neck, hiding his face from their audience. He lifted his head, opened his mouth, and closed it around the girl’s pubic bone. She bucked and moaned when he sucked her clit. At least it’s not my sister, he thought, and tongue fucked Becky’s tight opening. How the hell does Jason get the mule in there? Becky leaned forward, pulled his hair, and thrashed, grinding her pussy on his face. The girl didn’t care who was watching; she wanted to get off.

“Oh my, God,” Ann said.

Evan reached around Becky’s legs and checked to make sure his cock wasn’t poking out of his sweatpants. Becky groaned, stiffened, and bent backward until his chin was jammed between her ass cheeks.

“Dee, she might have outdone you,” Rebecca said.

Becky banged her head on the staircase when she stood and staggered to her seat. Evan considered crawling into the dark part of the basement but decided it couldn’t get any worse, so he sat up and took in everyone’s face. Darlene, Becky, Deana, Rebecca, and Jason were grinning. Ann seemed horrified, and Kimmy’s expression was still blank. Gloria’s head was turned away. Shit, maybe it could get worse?

When Evan returned to his spot next to Deana, he elbowed her in the side. “Remind me to kill you later.”

Deana shrugged. “You invited her.”

“Gloria, you’re next,” Rebecca said.

His little sister stood, turned toward Evan, reached under her skirt, and slowly worked her panties down. “Bare,” Gloria said and playfully shot the underwear at Evan.

“Time for the third and final round,” Rebecca said. “So far, I think Deana and Becky are tied for first place.”

“What do we win?” Becky asked.

“The pleasure of having played,” Deana said. “This next one is easy. It happens all the time on TV shows and in the movies. You know, when there are two characters with a lot of sexual tension between them. Finally, it snaps, and they’re all over each other. Usually, stumbling while kissing until one is against the wall. His hands are on her tits, and she’s opening his pants, but this is TV-16, Becky, so—”

“I get it,” Becky said. “We can’t have an orgy or even play naked twister.”

“Darlene, you wanna show us your amazing tits or see who you get to play with?” Rebecca asked.

Ann stared at Rebecca as if she’d cursed God, but everyone else looked eagerly at Darlene, especially Kimmy. The redhead lifted her breasts and said, “I’m not sure there would be anything TV-16 about these,” she felt herself up, “so tell me who I get to play with.”

How the words “play with” came off Darlene’s lips made Evan shiver.

“Lucky you,” Deana said. “This is the only one that says, player’s choice. You can pick anybody you want.”

Please, not me, Evan thought. If he was ever in that situation with Darlene, it wouldn’t be TV-16, and he wouldn’t want an audience. She was special, and he wanted to make love to her, not pretend they were going to fuck.

Darlene rose and glanced around as if carefully considering her options, then she crossed the space between the couches and stood in front of Kimmy. “I imagine there would have to be tension after our kiss. Right?”

Kimmy nodded and took the hand Darlene offered. Evan wondered if the girl realized she had never zipped her pants. She followed the redhead like a puppy on a leash. They went around the couch behind Gloria and Becky. Darlene tugged Kimmy close, face to face, and she stared into the girl’s eyes. Kimmy’s lips trembled. Darlene grabbed her throat and pushed a thumb up under Kimmy’s chin, forcing the girl’s head back. Kimmy’s arms didn’t hang innocently this time. Her hands were on Darlene’s waist, fingers digging in, pulling the redhead closer. Darlene smashed her mouth on Kimmy’s, and they stumbled back until Kimmy was pinned to the heavy bag. Evan saw her hand move up from Darlene’s hip. It went under the shirt and disappeared between them. He assumed Kimmy had to feel those amazing tits. Who wouldn’t want to?

The way Kimmy’s feet danced, bouncing her up on her toes, then dropping her, made Evan think Darlene was finger fucking the girl right in front of Ann, the only person who would judge her for it. Kimmy had been like Ann when she arrived, and Evan figured only a person with Darlene’s superpowers could have changed her so quickly.

“Damn it,” Rebecca said, “I think Darlene and Kimmy have just overtaken Deana and Becky.”

When Darlene turned and moved away, Kimmy was dazed and trembling. She walked back to the couch without adjusting her pants. A pile of chestnut hair filled the V of the open zipper. Ann yanked her friend down beside her and hissed in Kimmy’s ear, “What is wrong with you? Fix your pants.”