Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

She waited until his hand was working before she spoke. "What would you think of me if I told you I used my tongue, for real?"

"Huh, what dah-yah mean?" Jeez, and he was going to ask her for help.

"You know, what would you think if I really French kissed Rebecca and, ah, and enjoyed it? Would you think I was bad?"

"What are you really asking me, Dee?"

"I love the way you say, Dee."

The fact that his sister teared up because he called her Dee made him think of all the hurt that they had seen each other through, back when calling her Dee was common, after their mother had been killed. Something serious was going on. "Tell me what's going on."

"I, ah, I did it, I did, think did." She gasped. "I didn't mean it... Didn't mean for it to, ah, to happen. I never, um, never would, never would have planned it. You know, planned to-But what if I liked it?"

His brain searched for words but after two seconds his sister continued, "You think I'm bad... You think I'm a lesbian and I'll burn in hell, don't you?"

"I don't think anything," he lied. He was really thinking a thousand things, particularly about how he felt after seeing Jason in the woods. He couldn't possibly tell his sister about that, but hadn't he thought he might be gay because of how excited he'd gotten?

'So you don't even care if I might be queer?"

'Stop putting words in my mouth, he said, and turned sharply onto the dirt road that ran parallel to the rail road tracks. When the car was stopped he continued, "How come you think a kiss makes you gay?"

'Because, ah, I can't stop thinking about it, Deana said.

"So," he said. "I bet if I kissed Rebecca would still be thinking about it too.

"Kiss her and die," his sister snapped. "What if I'm a lesbian?"

'I'll still love you, and rub your feet, but you might be doing that overreacting thing that you sometimes do. A kiss, even enjoying a kiss, doesn't make someone turn gay. If we kiss, I think you'd be thinking about it for a long time. That wouldn't make me any less your brother."

Deana stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "What did you do with my brother? Whoever you are, you're way too smart, caring, and logical, to be that pervert, Evan."

He thought it was probably more of a compliment then an insult, so he didn't protest. Deana leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned and met her lips with his, and to make sure she got the point, he tilted his head and laid one on her.

His sister fell back onto her seat like a punctured balloon giving up its last burst of air. She said, 'Evan."

"See," he said, with a grin, "it worked, you forgot all about the tumbler. He started driving, hoping the awkwardness would fade.

His sister put her foot back in his lap, then said, 'Don't take this the wrong way, but that was gross."

Thanks, you cut me deep.

"I didn't say you don't kiss good, but it was-"

"Don't worry," he said, 'it doesn't make us incestors, and I made my point. Didn't I? Don't trip about how something makes you feel. Make out with Rebecca all you want if that's what you wanta do."

Thanks, I think you helped me, Deana said. "Oh, and you know you can't ever mention this to anyone, especially not Rebecca."

"Glad to help," he said, "and don't worry, I'll never mention it." He squeezed her foot. 'Now maybe you can help me?"

Deana raised her left brow in a high arch. "If it has anything to do with girls, I'm sure that can."

"Well, I guess it does," he said. "Do you think Gloria takes advantage of me?"

"Of course she does," Deana said, with a large grin. "She has you wrapped around her finger. Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know. Dad says it is, and she's been acting different. Maybe she's too old for us to still be the way we always were."

"Don't worry about dad. He wanted boys and she's not his, so he doesn't treat her the same. She needs you." Deana squished her lips to the side and squinted one eye before she asked, "You do know she has a crush on you, right?"

"Huh?" He said. "She's my sister, besides she still thinks boys are gross."

"Oh Brother, open your eyes. She's long past thinking boys are gross and too in love to worry about whether or not her mother is married to your father."

"That's great," he said. "What am I supposed to do? She still thinks she can get in bed with me if she has a dream."

"Nothing" Deana said. "Just keep treating her like a little sister and eventually she'll grow out of it or meet a boy who makes her forget about you."

The idea of Gloria and a boy disturbed him, as much as her forgetting him, but he moved on. "Does mom seemed different?"

"What do you mean?" Deana said.

He thought, like she knows I had my boner against her back and looked at her pussy, but said, "It's hard to explain. Different, somehow."

"I don't think so, but I'll let you know if I see anything"

"Thanks," he said.

Evan dropped Deana off at their house and headed for Jason's..

Rebecca's House

When Deana was gone, Rebecca stood in front of her mirroг, naked, holding her crotch. She relived the moment Deana's tongue first touched her and it caused her vagina to moisten. She had wanted it for a long time, but she didn't know how to make it happen. One wrong move and their friendship could have been destroyed. She couldn't chance that. Deana had always been her BFF and she needed her, she loved her.

When Deana started that fake kiss, Rebecca seized the moment. Obviously, the sexual tension between them hadn't been in her imagination because it only took the slightest poke of her wet tongue tip to change the kiss. Deana's tongue met hers between their lips and she sucked it into her mouth. In the end, Deana thought she had been the one who went too far. The truth was, they were both guilty.