Chapter 8

When the boisterous sex abruptly ended, Deana removed her ear from the door. Her palms were sweaty, and her panties were a sopping mess. Her brain created a movie from her mother’s demands and the resulting grunts and pained moans. She might have imagined a more violent, unwarranted pummeling than Evan gave Candy, but the woman in the kitchen, the one Deana had kissed and the one she imagined making love to, wouldn’t want to be treated like that. Candy didn’t deserve that, even if she were the one asking for it. Their mother was hurting, and Deana understood how emotional pain made you do things you wouldn’t do otherwise. If Evan realized that, he wouldn’t have done it. Deana wanted to believe that about her brother as much as she had tried to convince herself her father didn’t know his cum on her body or down her throat wasn’t something she wanted. Believing a lie was easier than living with the truth.

The silence in Candy’s room made Deana nervous. If one of them suddenly opened the door, it would be a mortifying end to her bizarre day. It was as if she had never fully recovered from that dreamlike state Evan sent her into that morning in Gloria’s bed and what happened with Cindy later. Deana needed to talk to someone, but Cindy didn’t want anyone to know, especially not Evan. Too bad Evan was the one person Deana most needed to tell.

Evan smelled of sex and sweat. His dick was crusted with the dry mix of his mother’s ass juices and his cum. He needed a shower and had hoped their last time together would end with his mother washing him while he did the same for her.

Evan was disappointed when she turned him down, but it hadn’t been much of a surprise. Candy had lost her mind toward the end of what had been a long, slow, sensual lovemaking session. His mother had a complete personality change compared to every other time they made love. She demanded it rough, and he gave her what she asked for, but his mother made it more violent. It was as if she wanted to be punished for being with him. Then, once the randy fucking flamed out with the last explosive bursts of orgasm, Candy’s persona shifted again. Her body was limp, and from what Evan could perceive, she was embarrassed and regretful like a child. She kissed him, told him she loved him more than he could ever understand, and asked Evan to go.

He put on his shorts and T-shirt, watching Candy the whole time. She faked a smile, threw him a kiss, and went into the master bath. The sound of the lock clicking sent ice through Evan’s veins. He left his mother’s room somewhat dazed, confused, and sad.

Deana’s door was ajar, but Evan didn’t look in until he heard his name in a tone that made him want to keep going. “Get in here,” Deana said and grabbed his arm.

“I’m going in the shower.” He resisted, but he had to go unless he was willing to overpower Deana.

“Damn it, Evan” Deana closed the door and stood between it and Evan. “What if Cindy heard you?”

“Cindy?”

“I didn’t mean—I meant Gloria, but Cindy could have heard you from the driveway if she happened to come back. What if Gloria came home?”

“She isn’t coming home tonight.”

“Evan!”

“I know, you’re right, I’m sorry,” he said. “It was the last time, one last time.”

“I hope so,” Deana said.

“I really need a shower.”

“Yeah, you do.” She opened her door and dismissed him with a glare.

Evan knew there was going to be more to that conversation, but for now, he needed to get clean, chill in his room, and figure out what the fuck was happening to him. It was as if he was two different people. One wanted to love and protect Candy and would never fuck her daughter. The other guy wanted to fuck Deana while Candy watched, and...