Chapter 10

Evan looked at the naked woman, and even though they had fucked like teenagers, he thought of Candy as an adult. The text exchanges between Candy and Cindy painted a different picture though. It was easy to imagine Deana and Rebecca saying such things, but not Candy. His mother was flirty, funny, and downright naughty. She was also very much in love with Cindy. It made sense now why Cindy stopped coming over; she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and Candy was useless at resisting the advances of his nympho cousin.

A selfie of Candy and Cindy laying on their sides, facing each other, drew Evan’s mind into his mother’s bedroom. Cindy’s dark, erect nipple was touching the large, pale tit that had been in Evan’s hand earlier. They were so different, both gorgeous in contrasting ways, and perfect together. Evan had never been more proud of Cindy, happier for his mother, or jealous of both women. What would it be like to lay between them, Evan wondered as his hand slipped inside his pants.

Filled with naked images of Candy from the phone and her as a young, happy girl in the pictures from the shoebox, Evan looked up to see Gloria stroll into the kitchen, wearing a towel. Evan realized she wasn’t just a smaller version of Candy. Gloria represented the babysitter he had loved, but couldn’t have. Or had Candy been the manifestation of all the things Evan had been ashamed of since the first time he saw Gloria as something other than his kid sister?

“You’re staring,” Gloria said.

“Towel, ah, towel doesn’t cover much.” Evan turned the chair away from the table, facing Gloria.

“It covers what you wanna see.” His sister smirked and moved close. Her breath was minty fresh.

“Nothing under there I haven’t already seen ... and tasted.” And Evan knew it tasted better than the forbidden fruit Eve tempted Adam with.

“That’s what you think.” Gloria put her foot on the edge of his chair, held Evan’s shoulders, lifting her other foot so she was standing in front of him. “Look what Deana did.”

The towel fell, and Evan’s nose filled with the familiar smell of Deana’s shaving cream. Gloria’s groin was like a picture thrust too close, so he moved his hands up the backs of her legs until they bumped the fleshy cushions of her round ass cheeks, then he clamped down and eased her back. Holy shit, Evan thought. “Fuck, it’s ... uh, it’s—” What was it about his sister’s shaved pussy that made him tremble?

The plump swell of Gloria’s mound and her pouting labia took Evan back to the days before his sister had hair or even the silky-fine peach fuzz that came later. Like it had been then, Evan thought he should be embarrassed, look away and be ashamed of how the girl’s bald pussy made him painfully horny.

Gloria’s body slowly arched, pushing her groin toward Evan’s face. His lips pressed into the hill of flesh piled above Gloria’s prominent pubic bone. It was silky, soft, and smooth the way he used to imagine it would be. Gloria’s blue eyes sparkled as her fingers combed through his hair. “You like it?”

Evan wanted to scream, cry, and punch himself for having wanted to touch his sister’s pussy way back when, but he nodded stupidly instead.

“I almost came while Dee was shaving it.”

The glistening wetness where his sister’s full, swollen lips sealed made Evan wonder if Gloria wasn’t close to an orgasm now. “Don’t let me fall.” She leaned further back. “Taste it.”

It shouldn’t be any different than licking Gloria’s pussy in the Sonic parking lot, right? Wrong, Evan thought. His sister’s words, “taste it”, the mature, commanding tone of her voice, and the intensity in Gloria’s eyes made it completely different. Their location in the kitchen, on his father’s chair, scared Evan more than eating her out in public. If his tongue touched those succulent swells of hairless flesh and tasted the young girl’s desire, he would lay her on the table and devour Gloria like Candy. They would fuck right there where his father ate, and he’d never be able to stop fucking his sister. “I better not.”

“Why not?”

“One taste will never be enough. I’ll never be able to stop.”

“Good. Go ahead.”

Evan said, “I can’t,” as he stretched out his tongue. “I really shouldn’t.” The tip of Evan’s extended tongue turned upward, touching the slit where the swells of Gloria’s pussy lips met. She sighed, grabbed his head, and jerked her middle forward. Evan’s taste buds were plunged into a fiery flood of desire. His breath caught, and Evan almost gagged the way he had the first time his tongue was inside a woman’s pussy. Not a woman, it had been Candy. He gulped, then licked and sucked and drank his sister’s pungent juices.