Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 132

That was true, and he always enjoyed it, but the last thing he needed was a reminder of Deana's long, lean, legs or her chest. His cousin's breasts were a bit larger, but they were the same firm shape, high on her chest. He wondered if they had the same amazing nipples.

"You don't have to stare, Cindy said..

"I wasn't staring," he said and looked at the ceiling. "I thought you were going to put your race suit on."

"This early, when you're doing the hot laps," she said. "Hell no, it's too hot."

"Right" he said and watched her out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't his intention, but he saw Cindy shove her middle forward and tug the shorts over her butt. For a split second the panties. were stretched tight and dug into her crotch. A bikini might have been smaller, but the fact that it was Cindy's underwear made it more exciting.

"So, did you want to talk?"

"Oh, yeah, I did."

"Darn, I thought you came because you missed me and wanted to see my panties."

Not only did she look like Deana, but she also had the same smart- ass wit. I came because you're my hero and you'll know how to help me."

"Wow, if you only knew," Cindy said. "This is about racing, right?"

She reads minds, too. "Yes, I need to-"

"You didn't ask your father, and now you're scared."

"How do you know that?"

"I have my sources," Cindy said. "Now, listen, I told you not everybody was happy that wanted to race, but I had to-"

"But my father is doing everything to keep me away from it. Doesn't even want me helping you at the shop. Wants me to get a job."

She stepped closer. "I had to get a job, too. Your father's company didn't always sponsor me. You want your independence-want to be grown up and do what you want?"

"Right, yeah, I want to race." He inched back. "I've always wanted to race, and I thought-*

"If I left you'd get to drive my car," she said.

"Yes, and now he's pulling this," Evan said. "What's wrong with him?"

"I can't answer that question, but I know that look in your eyes. You're desperate."

"Yes, yes I am," he said. If she only knew. "What can I do?"

"When you get to a place where you want something, love it and have to have it, then you take it. Like the commercial, 'Just do it."

"Huh?"

"I'll deny saying that, and we may both lose our inheritance, but sometimes you have to take a chance on what you want and worry about how it works out down the road."

Evan stood there without speaking. The person he had looked up to his whole life, told him to do something his father said he couldn't do. The balance of power had shifted. It wasn't a landslide that gave him all the confidence he needed to plow ahead without worrying about disobeying his father, but it was a start. "Okay," he sald.

"Now, get over to Dale's pits. Watch and listen. Ask questions if you're not sure about something. Then, you should take my video camera and record his race from the turn-one fence."

"Turn-one, that's where you get hit with all the chunks of mud and shit that the cars throw up the hill."

"It's also where you see how the car comes off turn four to take the green flag. You see how it gets down into one, off two and down the backstretch. That's the most dangerous and important part of the race. Watch the video until you can imagine yourself in the car, using your arms and legs to make it happen," Cindy sald. "You think I woke up one day and knew how to race? No, became a student and took clumps of mud to the head long before anybody helped me."

"I'll do that," he said. "You sure you want me to do hot laps? know how important that is to you for setting up the car."

"You've done it before and come back with good data, I trust you."

He loved his cousin more now than ever before. "You're the best!" He hugged her. "I'm going to listen and leam. See you after Dale finishes his hot laps."

"Evan, you're taking a stand for what you want, I'm proud of you."

Cindy's smile transported Evan back to the kitchen sink, with Deana. His sister had that same peaceful smile, even though he was staring at her naked body. He wished Deana could be with him when he decided to, Just do it.

Becky read the text from Darlene, "Call me." She went to her room and closed the door. Darlene was the one person she could tell, but Darlene wouldn't want to hear about Evan unless she worked it in the conversation just right.

Darlene answered, "Still mad?"

"I am."

"Figured, but it wouldn't have worked if you came, Darlene said.

"Why not?"

"It just wouldn't have."

"Well, how did it go?"

"Great!" Darlene said. "You should have seen the look on his face."

"I should have."

"You know what I meant."

"How did he react?"

"He thought it was for real at first. He was freaking out, but when he realized it was an act, he loved it."

"Mm, I bet."

"Don't think he'll ask your mother to watch, but we gave him L-L L-L something to think about and guarantee you he's gonna be horny tonight.

"Too bad I'm so sore, Becky said.

"Sore, why?"

"I ran into Evan, and my pussy is going to be feeling it for days."

There was a long pause before Darlene asked, 'Days, hmm, he that big?"