Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

"What makes you think I can do that?"

"Can't you?" he asked. "You always seem to know what I'm thinking."

'Actually, that's not true," Deana said. "I've been trying to figure out if you're upset about yesterday or something. You've been avoiding me.

Which part of yesterday was she talking about? Maybe he could avoid some embarrassment by telling Deana what Gloria's friends did? No, that could make her uncomfortable because she might do that to Rebecca. Damn it, he didn't want to think about Deana sitting on Rebecca's face or having sex in the creek. How could he not? "I'm not, not upset, I've been thinking about stuff, that's all' he said.

"You've been acting weird since- I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

Yeah, she had accused him of jerking off on her magazine, then put her pussy on his dick. "No, I mean yes, I was embarrassed, but I'm not upset, just embarrassed."

Deana's smile was hard to read. "Is there anything else?" she said, and put a knee on the couch next to his leg.

Before he could answer, his sister put her other knee on the couch. "Huh?" he said, as her knees moved down to his hips and her butt came to rest on his legs. Was she reminding him of what happened yesterday? He wished he hadn't seen her teammate getting fucked.

Deana said, "I don't know, you don't seem like yourself. Maybe since I kissed you in the bathroom. Did I make things wrong between us?" Her folded legs tightened, squeezing his hips and thighs. It seemed too intimate.

We're twins, he told himself, it wasn't unusual for her to sit on his lap. It was only his porrn brain that was making him uncomfortable. His sister wasn't trying to seduce him. "It's not that," he said. "It's not you, it's me. Things are changing and I have to get a job. Dee, are you sure mom isn't acting weird?"

She put her hands on his shoulders and her outstretched arms

Increased the lumps under her shirt. "I'm glad it's not because of me, and I still haven't noticed anything."

"You sure?'

"Yeah," she said. "Maybe it's you. Stacy's been gone for a while so maybe-"

"Dee, what are you talking about?"

"Dah, you know, maybe you're horny. You know mom is hot, so maybe you're just seeing her different. I mean, look what happened with my magazine."

'Stop, stop, it's not like that. It wasn't like you think. I wasn't even looking at your magazine. I wasn't even near it. I was in front of the sink. I didn't even know It happened and I'm not horny, not for mom. Why would you say something like that? She's our mother." She was reading his mind.

'She's our stepmother, and she's gorgeous. Got a body like one of those women in music videos," she said.

"Jeez, I know you think I'm a pervert, but really, you think I'm hot for our mother, stepmother, same thing?"

"I'm just saying, it might be you because I haven't seen anything different about her," she said. "Back to the other thing, are you saying you were standing at the sink and you...you...um, whatever, all the way to where the magazines are? What were you thinking about if it wasn't the magazine?"

"Deana, this isn't a conversation I'm gonna have with my sister...or anyone." Especially since I had Gloria's panties pressed to my face when I shot my load on that magazine. "I know mom looks great, she always has, but she normally wears loose mom clothes, not, um, how can I say this, Candy clothes."

"I haven't seen it, really," she said. "Back up, though, to that other thing. How far does it go?

'Deana!"

"I'm just curious. Oh, and if it wasn't supposed to go on the magazines, where do you normally, ah, whatever you call it, squirt?"

Fuck, another no good answer situation. If he told her the truth, in your panties, he'd be a creepy incestuous brother, but if he

admitted to blasting the mirror and the counter, she'd think, that's where I put my toothbrush. "I catch it," he said. "That's what I try to do, so it doesn't get on anything."

"What are you catching it with?"

The all knowing look on her face scared him. "How would you feel If I was asking you a bunch of questions about how you do it?"

'Girls don't do that" she said. "I do enjoy watching you sweat, though."

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome," she said. "So, are you going to start teaching me? You promised."

"What?"

"To do the kicking stuff. You promised to teach me how to fight."

"Oh, that" he said, with a sigh of relief. "Defend yourself, I said, defend yourself."

"Whatever," she said. "I got my workout clothes on."

He glanced down at the gray material stretched over her body. "You sure do," he said. "I gotta warn you, it's gonna be hard."

He thought he saw his sister's eyes shift towards his crotch before she said, "That doesn't scare me. Let's do it."

Jeez, did every single thing he heard have to sound sexual? "Okay, you asked for it, but don't blame me if you're sore tomorrow."

Once they were standing up. Evan turned Deana around and put his hands on her shoulders. His brain released the words, then he filtered them and pulled the emergency break, but they were already at his tongue, "Bend over."

"What!"

"Stretch, you have to stretch first," he said. "Touch your toes."

Deana folded at the waist and his hands moved down her back to her hips as she reached for her toes. "Wow, you're a lot more limber than I expected." He made the mistake of looking down. This is going to be hard, he thought, and swore he wouldn't watch porn anymore.