Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

Jason had been frightened by what his mom said about what happens to people who engage in incest and retarded babies and what everyone would say about them, but making her cry had traumatized him. He convinced Becky that they should never do it again. For the last three years he had watched her body mature, yet hadn't touched her. It was pure hell.

Evan's House

At the dinner table, Evan turned his head back-and-forth from his dad to his mom. Deana was right, their mom looked hot, but their father hadn't appeared to notice. All he did was talk about work and the schedule for next week. Then, he brought up racing, and how Cindy, "Finally came to her senses and decided to go to college."

Maybe he was a glutton for punishment, but Evan couldn't help himself. "Dad," he said, "Cindy is one of the top drivers in the Southeast. She's a star... The next Danica. Why would she go to college now?" Psychology, he thought, why would his cousin give up racing for psychology.

His father stopped chewing for a second, then continued. Finally, he gulped his wine and said, "Because it's the right thing to do."

Evan waited, then said, "But Dad."

His dad put his elbows on the table. "But nothing. She made a choice about her future." He paused, his index fingers formed a steeple poking into his chin. "My sister never wanted Cindy to race anyway," His eyes narrowed, "and you could learn something from. your cousin."

Evan waited for more, but nothing came. His father went back to eating and he knew he'd never change his mind. Cindy had been the only one in his comer. She'd encouraged him to believe in his dreams, told him not to fold under the opinion of others. He'd already learned from her. She taught him everything about racing, how to kick-box and so many other things, and now she was throwing in the towel and killing his dream.

Later that evening, Evan knocked on Deana's door, then opened it. She spun around on her desk chair. "Who is it?" she said. "That's when you're supposed to say, "Evan' and wait for me to say, 'come in or get the'-"

"I'm sorry," he said, and sat on her bed. "I really need-"

"When will I be old enough to have a lock on my door?"

"Hmm, when you buy your own house," he said. "Isn't that what dad told us?"

"Ya-know?"

"Yeah, I do know, I live here too."

"But I'm a girl. I need privacy." She put her hands on her chest. "Things are changin."

"They..ah, sure are." They'd been changing for a long time. He felt his face warm. "But that's not why I'm here."

Deana squinted one eye and tilted her head. "So, if you didn't come to sneak a peek at my lovely lady lumps, what is it?"

"Jeez." He fell back on his elbows. "Can you believe dad? Doesn't he know it's my dream? I love racing! I've got a great opportunity to drive that car and if I prove myself, I could maybe take over Cindy's car when she leaves for college." He felt his eyes burning.

"Why don't I have a say? A choice? It's my life."

When he looked at his sister, her elbows were on her thighs and her chin was in the palms of her hands. Her fingers were strumming her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't either. I feel your pain. She got up and laid on her back next to him. "I'm almost...and I've never had a serious boyfriend."

He listened to her, and thought she might be crying, so he held her hand, like when they were little. He never liked to see her cry. "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I just, ah, I feel bad for you, for us, that's all." She squeezed his hand.

He knew there was more going on, he could feel her distress, but he didn't pry. "You ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

"I know," she said. "We've always been there for each other."

"It's weird being connected the way we are," he said.

"Weird?" Deana squeezed his hand again and looked at him. "We're twins, what do you expect."