Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 107

The drive back from Style's house seemed to take half as much time as the trip there, and Evan spent little of it thinking about Deana. Time alone wouldn't minimize the severity of what happened, but while Deana was at Rebecca's, his time had been flooded with events that diluted it. If he stacked lying about racing, his mother's behavior, the job with Style, what happened with Gloria and fucking Jayda on one side of the scale, and almost putting his dick in Deana on the other, it didn't seem like much.

When Rebecca's front door opened and Deana and Rebecca stepped out of the house, everything except what happened with Deana fell off, and the scale tipped over. He had to think of something to say before she reached the car.

Deana stopped and turned back to Rebecca. They exchanged some words, then they kissed. He couldn't see it, but it looked like more than a quickie goodbye kiss. The feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn't comfortable.

"Hi," Deana said and tossed a Walmart bag behind the seat. "Thanks for picking me up." She closed her door.

Act like nothing happened, maybe that was best. "Don't you have more clothes than that? You've been here-"

"What makes you think we wear clothes when we're together?"

He didn't need any help imagining them naked together. "Whatever."

"Can we go to Sonic for a sundae?" Deana asked. "Please."

Eventually, they'd have to talk about what happened, but not now. "Sure."

They were on the road that ran parallel to the railroad tracks, going towards the dirt road, where he first kissed Deana to make her feel better about kissing Rebecca. At that point, none of his old feelings had resurfaced yet, and everything was still status quo. The next two kisses were a bit more of a challenge, but they were still acting like every other brother and sister he knew. Then, he returned to the scene of the crime, and Rebecca got them to make out in front of her, Rebecca knowing made it more real, and it became more of a struggle to internalize his secret feelings. Their status quo sibling relationship was totally derailed the night of the workout. Was it still on the tracks before he'd gone into the shower with her? It couldn't wait. "Deana, we, I, ah-"

"Damn, look at that," Deana said.

The difference between spandex and leggings wasn't something Evan understood; to him, paisley leggings were just as hot as black tumbler pants. He was grateful Deana didn't wear either. The ass in the leggings had an attitude, and he expected the girl to make him wait while she crossed the street. He slowed to a crawl. She wasn't intentionally swinging her ass, but that wasn't required to make him stare. Up, down, over and back, it danced, and her cheeks slapped together like they were applauding.

Deana said, "I'd know that butt anywhere."

Did girls check other girls' asses out? "You know her?"

"Yeah, pull up there," she said.

It would be better if he turned right and went over the railroad tracks rather than continue onto the dirt road, but he wanted to know whose ass his sister was checking out. The girl turned back as soon as his tires hit the dirt. Deana lowered her window and said, "Hey, girl."

His pulse quickened. Rhina White smiled and put her crossed arms on Deana's door. "Deedee, how are you?"

Her tits rested on her arms, and the spaghetti string top gave his eyes full access to her chocolate cleavage, but not the dark chocolate Hersey kiss nipples he knew were there. He turned his head and leaned forward to make eye contact. Rhina's look of recognition was unsettling. "Evan...hey, how yah doin'?"

It wasn't possible she could have seen him, was it? He said, "Hi," and searched his brain for the moment she could have potentially seen him watching her get fucked in the creek.

"You know my brother?"

"Mmhm." Rhina nodded. "Deedee, you gonna play next year? think we finally gonna have a team to take state"

"I am, and if you play, we got a good chance."

"Shooh, you bring them long legs and that killer spike, that's what we need."

"Right." Deana said. "You need a lift?"