Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

"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.

Upstairs in their parents' room, Candy took a deep breath and said, "John, I think the kids want to know about Sandra and-

"What makes you think that?" John asked.

"Stuff, you know stuff I pick up on. It's natural to want to know about your mother. They have some memories, but they don't know what happened, really.

They don't even have pictures to look at. Can't they at least see pictures?"

"She died," he said. "They know that. You're their mother now, so why confuse them with the past? Let it lle."

"I don't agree."

John stepped closer. "You don't?"

"No, I don't." She straightened her back. "I think it's important to them and I think you could lighten up a little on Evan, it's his last summ--Her head snapped back and her scalp burned where the roots of her hair threatened to tear out. "You're hurting me!"

"Then maybe you should find something better to do with your mouth than talk back." He used the handful of hair as a reign and sent her to her knees.

"Right?"

Candy's rage was burning hot, but she did what she'd seen Evan do many times, she held back the truth and said, "Yes, sir,' then she serviced her husband.

An hour later, Evan knew two things. The first, Deana was far more athletic than he thought. The second, there was no way Jason could see Deana in those painted on sweatpants. It wasn't as bodacious as Rhina's ass, but even as a brother, he had to admit her butt gave new meaning to bootilicious.

He stood behind her and said, "Lean back on me and lift your leg. Pull your knee back towards your chest."

"Like this?"

"Yes, good," he said. "Now kick straight out, pull back and kick again. That's it, kick, kick, kick. Don't stop until you think your leg is gonna fall off." He was surprised how quickly his sister learned and executed the kick.

"Why...why so many times?"

"Because you kick like a girl" he said.

"I am a girl."

"You sure are, but if you wanna do any damage you gotta get some power behind that foot. Put your ass into it." He knew what he meant, but it still sounded creepy. "I mean use all of your leg muscles."

Deana delivered her foot full force into the heavy bag and sent it swinging, then her leg went limp. He said, "Use your other leg."

She huffed. "I'm done...my leg is rubber."

"If it makes you feel any better, you lasted longer than I thought you would."

His sister turned around and hung on him. "I'm not sure that makes me or my sore ass feel any better, but thanks."

"Sorry." He put his arms around her narrow waist and helped support her. "You need me to carry you to the couch?"

"Naah, but you could-" Instead of finishing, she lifted up on her toes. If her lips had pulled away after a second, it would have been an appreciative sibling kiss. They didn't.

He didn't know if he had started it or if she had, but one thing was for sure, kissing her changed everything. He should have known that from the first kiss or the second or the third and definitely the fourth.

Unlike their four previous kisses, the fifth didn't have a flimsy thread to hang an explanation on. They were kissing because-He had no idea why they were kissing, but it was terrifying. The physical change his body underwent, the overriding of logical thought and the lack of any self-control were all terrifying, but he had no intention of making it stop.

His hands were on autopilot, doing what they would have done if he was kissing Stacey, they groped Deana's body. The tight muscles of her back and the hot, sweat-moistened flesh caused him to pant into the frantic kiss. His finger tips poked at the string stretched across the hollow of her back. Deana grabbed his botton lip with her teeth. He opened his eyes and they met hers.