Chapter 6

It wasn’t as loud as it had been the night in the racetrack bathroom, but only because Deana was listening from the other side of a locked door. She huffed and plodded back to the kitchen. Damn him, Deana thought. I tell him to stay away, and he’s in there fucking her for over an hour. She spun on her socked foot and marched back to their parent’s door. Candy was still grunting and groaning. Deana winced. What would I have done if it wasn’t locked, stop them? No, not that. What then, she asked herself?

Fuck, how could he do that? Deana rushed back to the kitchen and turned in circles. Who am I to judge? I have a girlfriend, and I’m fucking Evan, too. And two hours ago, I was ready to jump in bed with Candy. Deana grabbed her phone off the table.

“Hey, girlfriend,” Rebecca said. “What’s going on?”

“I was just outside my mother’s room listening to them fuck.”

“Whaaah, whaah, what? Who’s fucking, Cindy and Candy?”

“Evan, Evan is in there.”

“Lah, loo, look, look in and tell me what’s happening.”

“Stop stuttering, and no, no, I’m not gonna look.”

“Why not?” Rebecca asked.

“It’s locked, the door is locked.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re all pissy.”

“Pissy?”

“Yeah, you sound pissed,” Rebecca said. “You mad because you can’t watch your brother’s big dick hammering in and out, ah, in, out, mm, in and out of your mother’s beautiful pussy?”

“Shut up!”

“So you’re jealous because it’s not you,” Rebecca said. “Is it Candy or Evan you want to be with?”

“No, but I told him he shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t ram your mother’s delicious pussy with his giant prick? You think she’s on her hands and knees, taking him from behind? You wish you were under her, licking the sweetness of her lust while your brother slides in and out?”

“Stop, stop, stop it, please, stop it.”

“Are you crying?” Rebecca asked.

“No, ah, yeah, I guess.”

“Baby, I’m sorry, I was only playing, fooling around,” Rebecca said. “I didn’t realize—What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Cindy, Cindy, she’s in love with Candy, and Evan’s in there.”

“Dee, you’re in love with me, right?”

“I know, I know, I am, I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do,” Rebecca said. “So tell me about it.”

As much as Deana wanted to tell someone, how could she repeat something she only heard in her head? “Reb, I guess I feel sorry for Cindy. She came to see me. She’s torn up because my mother told her it was too dangerous, and she won’t see her anymore.”

“Dangerous?”

“You know, if my father found out, he would freak out and cut Cindy off. He pays money for racing and for college when she goes.”

“No doubt it would be bad to get caught,” Rebecca said, “but why would your father pay for her school?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Things seem so crazy, confusing.”

“Dee, I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t,” Deana said. “I’ll be fine once I’m with you. That’s all it is. I’m emotional. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” Rebecca said. “Can you come over now and spend the night?”

“Mm, let me see,” Deana said. “When my mother’s done ... ah, fucking my brother, I’ll talk to her.”

“Oh, my, God, do you have any fuckin’ idea how that sounded?” Rebecca asked. “I swear I’m about to get off. Say it again.”

“No, I gotta go.”

“And what, keep listening to them?” Rebecca asked. “Tell me what’s happening.”

If her girlfriend had been there listening to Candy’s shouts, Rebecca would have broken through the door. “No. I have to be quiet.”

“So you are gonna listen more. You better tell me every detail while I’m fucking—”

“Bye, love you, bye.” Deana ended the call, silenced her phone, and went back to sit on the floor with her ear to the door. She wanted to hear everything, even the tiny whimpers, cries of pleasure, and especially the whispered declarations.

Deana bit her lower lip and held her breath to listen better.