Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

"Not Gloria," Jason said, "and you know what they say, incest is best. That's what makes it so exciting."

"Gloria isn't-who says that anyway. You wouldn't dare do your sister?"

Jason said, "I'd do Gloria. It'd almost be like doing her mother, which would be like going to heaven." He stretched his neck and looked around the corner before adding, "I'd least get head."

Considering how his mom made him feel and kissing Deana, he really wanted to believe Jason would do something with Becky so he wouldn't feel so guilty about his desires, but Jason was just talking, he'd never fool around with his sister. Nobody really did that. "No, there's noway you'd do it," Evan said, and got up. "I gotta go."

Late Sunday afternoon, Evan was laying on his bed, while his brain ate itself alive with thoughts. It made him mad that he couldn't turn them off to do his homework Jason's matter of fact attitude about everything that had happened hadn't helped at all. There was way too much weird going on. Why the hell had he French kissed Deana?

A call from Cindy had given him even more to go nuts thinking. about. She told him to get his dad's okay and he could race Dale's car. He didn't tell Cindy what his father had already said because that would make it official. He'd make one more attempt because that would be better than accepting the truth.

Deana yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "Dad's home," but he continued to lay on his bed until his dad's voice thundered, "Evan, dinner."

The smell of baked chicken intensified as he approached the kitchen. He turned the corner then stopped. His mom was filling a serving bowl, Deana and Gloria were already seated at the table with his father, and the room started shrinking. Was the house big enough for him and Candy. Why couldn't she smell like a boy's locker room or have a fat ass with moon craters? He looked at Deana trying not to notice her lips, but that had been impossible since he'd felt them against his own. How could anything that was supposed to be gross feel so good? Kissing her should have been like accidentally eating a dog turd. Isn't that the way it was supposed to be with mothers and sisters? Wasn't there some

genetic law that was supposed to make them ugly? If there wasn't,

it would be torture being under the same roof with them while

hormones raged.

Evan looked at Gloria for a sign, but she smiled the same way she always did. "She's too in love to care if your father is married to her mother." Why did Deana have to say that?

"Hi dad," he said, and walk towards his mom. "Finals, studying for finals is a killer"

"Good to hear you're studying, his dad said. "Keep it up or you'll be walking everywhere this summer."

He ignored the threat and rubbed Candy's back, even though he never touched her in front of his father. "Need help?"

"Thanks, Honey," she said. "Get the biscuits out of the oven for me."

Her smile slammed him in the face with Friday's memories. "Sure," he said, and almost grabbed the biscuits without oven-mitts.

Everybody ate like the world hadn't been tipped off its axis, but he flicked his fried okra and jabbed at his chicken quarter without intent. "How was your trip?" he asked, even though he didn't care.

"Very productive," his dad said, and continued carving meat off the bones of his chicken. "There's a big production facility coming online in China, and I'll have to be there for the start up."

Evan nodded his head without really listening to the details. All he wanted to hear was the when of the trip. If his father was gone for a few weeks, he could prove himself as a race car driver while he was gone, then his father would have to let him continue racing. He almost got a boner thinking about it. Other than sex, there wasn't anything that came close to the feel of eight-hundred ponies thrusting you down a straightaway faster than you can make the turn at the other end. He stuff his mouth and smiled at Gloria. He wouldn't have to endure another dream crushing blow from his father, not yet.

That night, Evan called Cindy and told her to set up a meeting with Dale Davis during the week. Youth was wonderful, it granted it's members the ability to forget all their troubles as long as there was something positive to hope for, regardless of the potential for chaos and harm. He closed his chemistry book with a thud and started down stairs for a snack.

To Be Continued..