Chapter 5

Or maybe he would come thinking about sending a picture of his dick to his cousin? Evan lowered his pants. His mother was staring at the phone, moving it around for a good angle. “Turn sideways, lift your shirt, and arch back a little.” Candy lowered the camera to waist height. “Oh my, that’s, um, perfect.”

The shutter sound made Evan’s erection lurch closer to his stomach. If his mother touched it or even breathed on his cock, a creamy load of cum would probably launch into the air. “Are you seriously sending that to Cindy?”

“Do you mind? She asked about it, but we don’t have to,” Candy said and held the phone out in front of them.

The left half of the screen was filled with a profile view of the middle section of his body. The other side was a cock that seemed too big to be his. The veins were thick, bulging against the tight skin, forcing blood into the purple mushroom head that already seemed overstuffed. In the background, just across the driveway, was the neighbor’s house. Why did his dick look so big? Evan decided it was positioning, a photography trick.

Candy typed, “Here’s what Evan thought about your last pic.” She hit send and motioned at his pants. “Please, put that away.”

Evan fixed his clothes while pleading with his eyes. Candy handed him the phone and said, “She’ll love that. I’m going to my room. Don’t disturb me. I got work to do.”

“You sure?” Evan pleaded.

“Positive.”

“Why not?”

“Evan, it’s not the right time, and it’s a perfect opportunity to practice impulse control.”

This time, Evan couldn’t resist asking, “When?”

“Tomorrow, right here, same time.” Candy started toward her room, and Evan thought, what was significant about this time tomorrow?

“Evan?”

“What?”

“Why did Deana invite Darlene?”

“She didn’t.”

“Who did?”

Evan smirked. “The younger version of you.”

Candy’s expression asked all the same questions Evan had asked himself last night, but she shrugged, said, “Oh,” and continued toward her room.

Evan watched his mother leave with all his hopes of filling her with cum while she sent pictures to Cindy. It had been wrong to pressure Candy, but today and part of tomorrow were all they had left. After that, everything would change, and it wouldn’t be a small change that was quickly adjusted to. No, it would be like going back to before electricity.

On his way through the living room, Evan kicked himself for forgetting to ask why Deana left with Sally and how come nobody told him his aunt was there. The reason he came downstairs in the first place was to talk more about the pictures. Oh well, Evan thought, the conversation with Candy about Cindy had also been on his to-do list, but could he really consider that a conversation?

In Rebecca’s room, Deana’s heart thumped with anticipation, thinking about what was inside the bag. “Turn around, and don’t peek.” She quickly removed her leggings and panties. The cool air on her hot, freshly shaved labia made Deana quiver. She reached in the bag and jerked back. Shit, Sally was right, it does feel real. Deana wrapped her fingers around Dante, squeezed several times, and eased him out. The fleshy texture shocked her to the point of almost dropping it. She should have gotten familiar with her new cock before now, but whipping it out in the car with Sally was embarrassing beyond asking her aunt to buy it.

“Hurry up,” Rebecca whined. “The suspense is killing me.”

“Okay, turn around,” Deana said. “Doesn’t it look real? Feel it, feel my balls.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Fuck.” She grabbed it and squeezed the shaft. “It’s solid and squishy just like a real dick. It even has bulging veins.” She palmed the scrotum. “Holy shit, this is better than any of those hard, buzzing, vibrating things.”

“It’s some kind of cyber stuff,” Deana said. “They’re handmade. I named him Dante, but you can rename him if you wanna shout something different while I’m fucking you senseless. Try it.”

Rebecca dropped to her knees and looked cross-eyed down her nose at the cock head Deana pushed at her face. “Don’t worry, Sally said she got him ready to use.”

As if Rebecca expected to taste Aunt Sally, she sucked in the bulbous head, turned her head side to side, twisting her mouth on the phallus. It came out with a sloppy, wet pop. “Fuck, girl, you really do love me.”

“You better believe it.”

“Now, it’s time for you to give me my present.”

Deana raised a brow and curled up one side of her mouth. “How so?”

“You know,” Rebecca said, “you’re gonna fuck me.”

Deana pointed at the suction cup under the wrinkled nut sack. “It works in a harness thingy, but I didn’t get one. I’m sorry, I—”

“No problem,” Rebecca said and affectionately slid a hand down Deana’s stomach. “This sexy thing is so smooth it’ll probably stick.” She groped Deana’s mound. “God, I love you.”

Rebecca slapped the suction cup on the sensual swell of Deana’s groin. It wasn’t going to stick, but when Deana looked down at the cock jutting out of her, it triggered the primal part of her brain. “Fuck, that looks—” She jerked her hips, wagging the cock. The heavy balls bumped her swollen clit. “Ah, I don’t have words for how horny that makes me.”