Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Darlene shoved books into her locker and slammed it. "See ya." She turned and walked away.

Damn it, he thought, I still didn't get anywhere with her. Maybe he did something mean to her years ago that he didn't remember.

Evan stood in front of the school breathing the diesel fumes from all the yellow kid carriers, still thinking about Darlene. He stumbled forward when someone jumped on his back and wrapped their legs around his waist. "Jeez!" he yelled.

"Guess who?" said the person riding him with their hands over his eyes.

Even if he didn't recognize her voice or the smell of her strawberry shampoo or the feel of her long, soft fingers, he'd know. He'd feel her inside his soul and know. "Let's see," he said. "I think it's the only person who still thinks it's all right to act like we're ten?"

"Whatever," Deana said. "Carry me to the car. My legs are sore."

"Just get off me," he said, "It's embarrassing."

"Right," she said, "like there aren't a hundred guys who'd love to give me a piggy-back ride."

"Yeah, but none of them are your brother," he said. "Now let go or I'm gonna dump you in that trash can."

His twin sister, Deana fell in stride with him as they walked. towards the student parking. She said, "What's eating you?"

"Nuha-thin," he said. "Where are the Tumbling Triplets?"

"They're riding to 'nastics with Kimmy's mom. She bumped him with her hip. "So?"

He avoided her dark, searching eyes. "So?" he said, "What?"

"You know, what's bothering you?"

He was horny enough to stick his dick in a tree-knot and couldn't get laid, or even get a conversation going with Darlene. Should he let his sister in on that? "I got a lot on my mind, that's all."

She walked backwards in front of him with her lips squished to one side. "A lot of red hair and big tits, maybe?' She smirked.

"Deana!"

'Is it true what they say about redheads?" She took off ahead of his swing.

"Jeez! Will you-"

"Sorry. I saw you talking to Darlene and-"

"Talking to her?" He pressed the unlock button on his keypad and a blue Monte Carlo chirped. "That girl doesn't know how to talk. I'm just trying to be friendly with her, and-"

"Friendly," Deana said. "You mean get laid?" She pulled at the bun on top of her head and silky black hair cascaded down her back.

"Deana," he said, sorry that he had gotten in this conversation, "you have a dirty mind."

"Me?" she huffed. "You're the one trying to hook up with Darlene. Not to mention checking out my friends every chance you get."

"Like you don't flirt with Jason," he said. His best friend, Jason, knew Deana was off limits. Their father was the major deterrent, but Jason was still hot for Deana. They had a "Sisters off limits" pact. So far neither of them had tried to break it.

"I don't flirt with him," Deana said, "and even if I did, I don't try and peek at his panties every time he gets out of the back seat, like you do when Rebecca gets out of your car. Pervert."

He hated having a twin sister who knew him so well. Rebecca was his favorite of the three tumblers, and he was pretty sure she wanted him to see her panties when she got out of the back seat. He'd love to do more than see them, but Deana made him promise not to date her friends, especially not Rebecca. She'd been Deana's best friend since kindergarten.

They pulled out of the school parking lot and he tried to change the subject. "I'm going to offer Mrs. Beck sex for an A in her class."

Deana stared at him for a minute, then squinted one eye and raised the other thick, black brow. "She's hot," she said. "Maybe you can get an A+ if you do her right."

"Jeez" was all he said.

He stopped the car in their driveway, and Deana said, "I gotta pee."