Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

Jason waved to him from a table at the back of the cafeteria. Evan sat down and said, "What's up, Dude? You awake?"

"Yeah, mostly," Jason said. "Long night studying."

Evan laughed. "You mean you were chatting with horny housewives all night, again?"

Jason smiled. "Something like that. Did you bring me any panties?" "Jeez, not that again," he said. "No panties, never any panties, forget I mentioned panties."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Like that's possible. You brought up your sister's underwear, the material that touches her pussy, and you expect me to forget about it. Shit, you fucked up my mind. That's all I could think about last night, you fucking your sister."

"Don't say that," Evan said. "It's not like that. I don't picture her in them or think about her, it's just a weird fetish, I guess. Maybe all those herbs I've been experimenting with are messing up my mind, like when jocks get on steroids and they don't realize they're changing. I swear I get hard all the time and for no reason."

"Are you serious?" Jason said. "That's called being a teenager. Hey, have you ever seen your sister's pussy?"

"No, never," he said.

Jason said, "Do you expect me to believe you cum in her underwear, probably squirt right on that patch where her pussy lips go, and you don't think that's because you wanta do her? Like you're not imagining how it would feel to be inside her."

He heard Jasori's words loop through his head, each time they scared him more. "That's what you think, what you think you would do, but only because she's not your sister," he said. Why the hell did Jason want him to do his sister?

"I'm just being real," Jason said. "You must want to. I would. You're

twins, can't you tell if she'd be into it? She can't date, so you're the

only guy around. It's you or go lesbo." "It's not like we share a brain or can read minds," he said. "Not that it matters anyway, she's my sister. I wouldn't even be able to sport

wood. It just wouldn't work."

"That's what would make it so good...she's your sister, Jason said. "At least get a blow job."

"I'm worried about you," he said. "Let's talk about something else.

Hey, I might get to race..."

After school, Evan waited by his car for his sister. Rebecca's voice pierced the air from across the parking lot. Deana's long black hair was trailing behind her on the breeze and the gymnast, Rebecca, was walking backwards talking to her.

As they approached, Deana said, "Driver, take me and my guest to the palace," then with the back of her hand pressed to her forehead, she blew out a long swish of air. "Why have you not already opened our doors? It shall be terribly hot and we might break a sweat."

Evan glared at his sister, then played along. "My Lady," he said, "such a thing shall never happen again. Please spare my head from the guillotine." They laughed and got into the car. Friday was always more fun. He had a feeling it was going to be a great weekend.

He closed his door and started the car. Rebecca's hands circled his neck and he looked at her in the mirror. "Did you get me a big surprise yet?" she asked, her grip tightening.

He shrugged against her soft hands. "I've got a big surprise right here for you," he said.

"Ooh." She giggled. "Is it bigger than a carrot but smaller than a cucumber?"

"Rebecca!" Deana slapped her friend's arm. "Don't encourage him.

You'll be sorry." Evan said, "I might get you something, if you're good."

"Highly unlikely," Deana sald. "Come on, let's go."

By the time they reached Rebecca's house, he had listened enough to know Deana was spending the night there. He was glad it wasn't the other way around because he didn't trust himself with the soft handed, dirty minded gymnast. "What are y'all going to do tonight," he asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Deana sald.

"Not really, I was just making conversation," he said. "Probably be boring." He faked a yawn.

"We'll probably be making out," Rebecca said.

"Shut up, Reb." Deana opened her door and got out. "Watch yourself, he'll try and sneak-a-peek at your underwear." Rebecca slid forward. "If you want to see my panties, all you have

to do is ask. She lifted her skirt for a full count of three, then

jumped out of the car. "See," Deana said, "I told you she couldn't be good."

Evan leaned across the car and said, "You two wouldn't dare kiss."

"Oh yeah," Deana sald.

When the kiss ended, Rebecca and Evan were silent. Deana looked at her brother and said, "You look like you're catching flies. Close your mouth."

He said, "Nice acting. I gotta go." It didn't look like acting and the tumbler seemed as surprised as he was.

Evan squealed the tires, and he was gone. Rebecca said, "Wow, you really showed him."

Deana grinned. "That'll give the perv something to think about." "Um, yeah, I bet he'll be doing a lot more than thinking."

Deana faced Rebecca and took her hands in hers. "I'm sorry if I-1

guess I shouldn't have done that in your front yard." "No, it's fine," Rebecca said. "It just surprised me because I'm the one who acts out. You're the good girl, remember."

"Just because my father doesn't let me wear makeup or have a boyfriend, doesn't mean I can't be a little bad, some of the time."

"Mm, I hope so." Rebecca said. "It's too bad I don't have a hot brother here for us to be bad with?"

"Rebecca, you promised," Deana said. "If you two hook up and it doesn't work out then it'll mess things up."

"And if it did work out, then you wouldn't have me to make out with."

"I'm gonna slap you."

"Sorry," Rebecca said. "If I had a brother I'd let you fool around with him. If he looked like Evan I might even join in."

"You're as bad as Evan," Deana said. "Do you really think you would do something with your own brother, if you had one?"

"I can't really say," Rebecca said, "but you can. Does Evan have a -"She made quotes in the air with her fingers-"good personality?" That was their idiom for a big penis.

"How should I know," Deana said. "He's my brother."

"Exactly," Rebecca said, "you live with him. You got plenty of opportunities to find out."

"All I'm gonna say is, you wouldn't wanta let him put it where you let Bobby James put his."

"I didn't want to get pregnant," Rebecca said, defensively. "Did you see it? I mean was he hard when you saw it? I've seen the bulge in his pants and I'd say he has a great personality."

"I didn't say I saw it!"

"Than how do you know? Don't hold out on me or I'll have to find out for myself."

"In the car, when he was rubbing my foot. I thought my foot was on his leg, but it kept growing and it jerked."

"OMG!" Rebecca said and shuffled her feet. "You got him hard with your foot. That must have been wild. Did you keep rubbing it?"

"I wasn't ever rubbing it and he might have been hard already from seeing your panties. It was after we dropped you off. I moved my foot as soon as I realized what it was," she lied. What if Rebecca knew she listened outside the bathroom door while Evan came in her panties?

At Home Evan reached his house in record time, still thinking

about his sister and Rebecca. There was something about two girls kissing, real girls, not chicks on the Internet, that made his blood boil. His sister and Rebecca, wow, the potential. No, not Deana, he thought, she's a good girl. The worst kind, one that had no idea how gorgeous she was.

He found his mom at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. He thought about going straight to the bathroom, but detoured Instead. "Are you making dinner?"