Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 72

That morning when she woke up, it only took seconds before she was thinking about the orgasm, Evan's hands on her wet body, his cock pressed against her back and the silky dome plowing between her pussy lips. When his dick caught at the opening of her pussy and almost went up inside her body, something changed. She had known about her normal female desires and passions, and need for love, but getting so close to having sex flipped a switch that created an ache inside her belly, and an itch that only her brother's cock could reach. If she didn't handle it well, Evan would run and keep on running from his feelings, like he had been doing for years. She knew how he felt about her, always had. At first it was weird, then it thrilled her and she'd wanted him to pursue her, but he had so much guilt that he with drew from her. That was when she buried her own feelings deep in her heart. They might have stayed there if it wasn't for that kiss. Why the hell did he have to kiss her?

Evan had good intentions. As weird as his method was, it would have made his point. It should have been gross and they should have laughed about it after. That would have been true if they were normal siblings. He never expected them to kiss again, that had been clear in the bathroom, but it was also obvious how much he liked it. He knew it had started something, but he thought he could prevent it from going any further.

The knock made her gasp, and the blood drained from her face so fast she got dizzy. She wanted to hide in the closet. She wasn't ready to pretend the whole thing was a huge mistake. Her body wouldn't let that happen and she'd end up scaring him even more. Her brain scrambled.

"Deana?"

She replayed the sound of her name and the spots in front of her eyes faded, it wasn't Evan. Another knock was followed by, "Deana."

"Come in," she said as cheerfully as her shocked mind could sound. "Cindy! OMG, what are you doing here?" She watched her cousin walk into the room and her composure returned. "It's been like forever since you've been here." It had, and it was weird seeing Cindy in her room. Cindy either didn't like her father or her father didn't like Cindy or both. You could feel it in the room when they were together, which rarely happened.

Cindy smiled and said, "You running away?"

Deana looked at the clothes hanging out of her bag, then back at her cousin. "Nah, just spending a night or two with the girls."

"Guess you want to be prepared for whatever, Cindy said.

"Yeah, whatever," she said, hoping her face wasn't telling. "I like to have clothes at Rebecca's house, and, you know, it's all winter stuff over there. I need to change out the wardrobe. Bathing suits and shorts and stuff for summer."

Cindy raised a brow, smirked, then said, "You mean the stuff you can't wear around here?"

"Cindy, you know me better than that," she said, "I never break the rules.

"I'm not buying that, but you're definitely better than I was at your age."

She watched Cindy tuck her long, black hair behind her ears and got that weird feeling she always got when she saw herself in her cousin. "You might be surprised," she said, and wanted her words back before they finished coming out of her mouth.

"Probably not," Cindy said with a genuine look.

"What brings you here anyway?" she said. "Evan's not home, he's working at-

"Actually, I came to see you," Cindy said, and squeezed Deana's arm.

Cindy's touch confused the senses. She was too pretty to be so strong. Deana had never gotten used to her cousin's hugs. A beautiful, slender girl approached, then her powerful muscles tighten and squeeze the air out of you, but before her hardness could form a masculine image, her warmth and compassion soaked in and you couldn't imagine not liking or even loving the person holding you. Other than her father, Deana didn't know anybody that didn't like Cindy, not even the guys who she fought with at the race track. Evan idolized her and used to have a crush on her, and Deana couldn't blame him. If she had known how much she liked girls, she probably would have had a crush on her, too.

"Me, really?" Deana sald, her nerves tingling.

"Really, you," Cindy said, and sat on the end of Deana's bed.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, when I saw Evan-

You saw Evan?" Deana said.

"Yes, it was a couple weeks ago," Cindy said, then paused and her right eye squinted. "He didn't mention anything to you about it?"

"No, I had no idea," Deana said. "If I knew he was going to see you, I would have wanted to go." She sat next to her cousin. She missed the days when their families spent a lot of time together.

After a few seconds, Cindy said, "Never mind that," and patted Deana's thigh. "I asked Evan how things were, how you were, and even though he didn't say anything was wrong...I had that feeling I get.

"You and your feeling." Deana sald. She was afraid now. Cindy also had a way of knowing when there was something wrong. She couldn't let Cindy know about her current troubles. "I'm fine. I can't believe you came all the way over here because you had a feeling. You could have called or sent a text."

I could have, but I missed you, and I had to come this way anyway, so I thought I'd stop by and see how things are."

Cindy put her arm around Deana's back. She hated it when Cindy did that warm, send chills through you, touching thing. "Things are great," she said. "I got all A's and summer is finally here. Things couldn't be better."

"Deana."

The three years between them wasn't anything now. When they were growing up, Cindy got to be in charge and their parents expected her to listen to her elder. That, and the tone Cindy had Just used made her turn. That was the last thing she wanted to do. There it was, the very thing that Evan and Rebecca accused her of, the penetrating stare from her black eyes. She knew what Evan meant when he said, "Stop reading my mind, and the tears happened before she could look away.

"What's going on?" Cindy asked.

She wiped her eyes. The hug was the warmest, most motherly feeling hug she'd had it years, and it made her want to empty her soul, tell all and be set free from the bondage of her secrets. That could never happen.

"How do you do that?" she said. "How do you always know when something is bothering me?"

"Mostly it's a gift, that's why I'm going into psychology, but with you it's easy," Cindy said. "We share a part of each other, we're kin. Now let's hear it. You'll feel better if you share it."

She snuffed. "I don't know how to say it." Cindy's hand tenderly rubbed her back and more tears sprang from her eyes. "It's hard."

"There isn't anything you can't tell me...in confidence," Cindy said. There also isn't anything that will shock me. We all have things, secrets, skeletons and we're afraid of them because we don't realize others have gone through the same stuff. Just blurt it out and that's that."

Deana doubted Cindy had gone through the same thing she had been through. Cindy didn't have her father. She was also sure Cindy would be shocked about her feelings for Evan and what happen the night before. There were some secrets that needed to remain secret. "Um." She felt her heart thumping against her ribs. She had to give Cindy something. "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Cindy smiled. "Was it just a kiss?"

Suddenly the secondary thing, the lesser of the two evils, her diversionary tactic, took on the weight of its reality. You went to hell for being gay. Her head hung. "Na-oh, no it was more." She couldn't see or hear Cindy, but she could feel her. The compassionate strength in her arm soaked into Deana's whole body like the sun after you come out of a cold pool. She sobbed. "Am I gay?"

When Cindy didn't say anything she lifted her head and turned. "Why are you-what's funny?"

"Dee, I'm not laughing at you," Cindy said. "I'm relating and I'm happy...relieved, really. I was worried it might be worse."

Deana took a few seconds to make sure she understood what her cousin said. Is there worse? You have, too?"

"Yes, yes I have," Cindy said, and stroked Deana's hair. "And there are way worse things than that."

She waited, hoping Cindy would give some examples, but nothing came. "Isn't it bad?"