Chapter 52

A few minutes later, Evan thought who’s who, sucking Winnie the Pooh, as he climbed the stairs. Had Deana and Rebecca masterminded the whole thing or did some of the who with papers have actual instructions on them? They couldn’t have known for sure who would take something off, and they hadn’t been whispering, so didn’t that mean they couldn’t have decided on the fly? Not all of them, but maybe Gloria and Darlene were in on it, too? The whole thing could have been a setup to make him fuck Gloria? Or Darlene, Evan thought, but that didn’t make sense.

Evan closed the basement door and left Rebecca’s party behind him, regardless of who didn’t believe that he had to pee. He had been horny while watching videos of Miss Style getting sucked off by Sally, and his lust had grown exponentially during the game. Why wouldn’t it? Darlene had offered to fuck him while everyone watched, Jason had almost fucked Becky in front of them, Gloria offered him her virginity, and he had been one thrust away from taking it. That’s why he went straight to Gloria’s room for a pair of her panties. Blowing a load in her underwear was better than dragging Gloria upstairs with him.

It wasn’t that Evan didn’t want to finish what Gloria had started downstairs; he did, but not in his present state of mind. Horny was one thing, but he would never subject his sister to angry primal lust. That kind of sex was reserved for a girl downstairs who would never let him fuck her, but that wasn’t why Evan was mad at Ann.

The pain on Deana’s face when Ann used the word lesbo made Evan want to punch the prudish tumbler. That waned after Rebecca had put Ann in her place. That was until Ann showed her true colors.

A few minutes before Evan fled the basement, Ann got up with a fist full of shirttail, hiding her crotch. Dangling on her other hand was the underwear Evan presumed she wanted to wear. Ann glanced at him, blushed, and casually turned to go between the two couches. The shirt was pulled tight across Ann’s ass, showing how firm and sexy it really was. She paused before going behind the high-backed couch. He stared as her calves, thighs, and glutes flexed. There was a gap that couldn’t be closed at the tops of her legs. Evan gulped. A shockingly erotic pussy bulged like an upside-down heart. The girl had sat there all night, acting morally above them, yet her plump lips slid easily on the wetness of Ann’s secret desires. Was the tumbler advertising, strategically presenting that freakishly desirable pussy to him? Better yet, how could he get Ann far enough away so nobody would hear him fucking her?

It didn’t matter because Darlene hurried over by Ann. The profile view of her face showed the redhead’s jawbone clenching as she got close. Ann’s expression went from curious concern to fear, followed by something else. Maybe she hadn’t been advertising for his benefit?

Darlene turned her back to Evan, but he could see Ann from the waist up. She was turned sideways to him. He stared, hoping to see something to confirm what he imagined was happening. Darlene’s head turned toward Ann, staring at the prudish homophobe. The tumbler’s mouth opened and closed several times, and her chest rose and fell with strained breaths. Evan was sure the fuckin’ redhead had a hand between Ann’s legs. He knew Darlene would molest the girl right there in front of them, but had Ann willingly submitted?

Either way, Evan had to get the hell out of there before he crammed his dick inside Ann’s fat pussy and hate fucked her. That wasn’t the way he would treat Gloria, so her panties would have to do until they finally consummated their love.

It would be immensely more satisfying with the panties Gloria had seductively removed, but his sister’s aim hadn’t been good, and Evan didn’t dare try and retrieve them before claiming he had to pee.

In Gloria’s room, worn underwear was easy to find, and Evan considered doing the deed right there, but it was too risky. It was bad enough that Deana, and maybe Candy, already knew about his addiction to his sisters’ panties. He couldn’t risk one of their friends catching him whacking off.

Evan stepped out of Gloria’s room and started toward the bathroom. Shit, what was that? He spun around toward Deana’s room, hiding the underwear behind his back. Fuckin’ Becky stepped out of the shadows inside Deana’s doorway. “What are you doing?” she asked, herding him backward into the bathroom with short shuffle steps.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have to pee,” he said.

Becky reached around, snatched the panties from Evan, and flipped on the light. “Bullshit.” The wanton expression and the devilish gleam in Becky’s eyes canceled out the too-young look of her pigtails and old middle school uniform. “You wanted to fuck her so bad,” Becky said.

The words fuck her coming out of Becky’s mouth made Evan’s cock lurch. He squinted an eye, thinking, yeah, I wanted to fuck everyone in the room. “Who?”

Becky twirled the panties on her finger. “Should I have asked, who did you wanna fuck more?” Her tone was as lewd as what Becky did next. With the underwear pressed to her nose, she said, “Mm, Gloria’s. I guess you wanted to fuck her more than Darlene. You should have. Everybody wanted it to happen. You must know how hot it is to watch someone do their sister.”

It had been volcanic-eruption hot watching Jason plow Becky from behind that night after the races and almost doing her tonight. “Then you and Jason should have fucked,” Evan said.

Becky’s grin was wicked. “We did. He put it in me right in front of everybody. If Rebecca’s uptight friends weren’t there, I would have gotten on my hands and knees and given ya’ll a show.”