They were the warm, moist lips he had kissed, and he didn’t believe a word that came out of them. Jason would be blown away if Evan could tell him. Evan fell backward on the bed. Her fingertips swirled in his chest hair. His fingers strummed Rebecca’s ribs, then darted under her body, poking the sides of her breasts. Now, he was lifting his sister, hunching and sliding his cock and balls between her ass cheeks. Evan turned Deana around, got behind her and smashed his body against hers. Rebecca took the cotton material on a slow journey down Deana’s legs. That was the thought Candy consoled herself with. In her mind, she wrapped her arms around her brother and his went around her. I need to get home and start dinner.” She stood up. Candy was on her side, consoling her. The only sound was the scritch-scritch-scritching of pencil on paper. His father used to gripe about it, demanding he at least try to ride his bike around in a different size circle. How many times
