Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 148

"Take it easy, Dee." He took her dish and put it on the dashboard. "She had us. We needed her, and I guess she needed us, too."

"Exactly, she loved you...us, and we needed her, but what about her? What about her?"

Evan didn't understand, but Deana's rage made it hard for him to breathe. He'd never considered his sister when their father took Candy from him. Her heart might have broken the same way his had, except she wouldn't have understood why, not then, but now- That's why she's so mad. "You really loved her."

"Yeah, I did...I do, and want her to be happier. She deserves to have a life, a happy life."

He touched her cheek. "You don't think she's happy?"

"How could she be? She has one friend of her own, and us, two teenagers."

"That's what's happening," he said. "We're growing up. We're old enough to be more like friends to her. That's why she's been acting different, she wants friends"

Deana sighed. "Or love, maybe she just needs some love, the way a woman needs to be loved."

"Huh?"

"Think about it, Evan. If you were married to a gorgeous woman with a body like hers, wouldn't you make love to her every chance you got?"

"Well, since we're talking about mom and dad, I don't think I can answer that. It crosses over into something kids are never supposed to imagine about their parents." Not unless he wanted to get angrier. "Dee, what would make you happy?"

"Mmm, I don't think I can answer that now. I'll tell you later," Dearia said.

While they finished their ice cream, benign conversation masked Evan and Deana's raw emotions. They each had a secret they were keeping from the other, but that wasn't a secret to either of them. Things were different between them, now. It was exciting and scary, but they'd been there before.

Evan threw their trash in the can and started driving. Deana put both of her feet in his lap. He turned his head slowly. Her eyes pleaded with him, so he grabbed her big toe..

"Thank you," she said.

"My pleasure." Their talk hadn't changed the fact that Deana was his sister, but they were more in sync like they used to be before he started getting boners for her. He realized that the disconnect hadn't been caused by his erections. Love was love, and it wasn't possible to turn part of it off. Out of fear, he'd denied Deana his love, and that had detached him from their shared love.

"Does Rebecca do this for you?" He didn't care that his cock was getting hard under the arch of her foot.

"Not really, not like you, but sometimes she sucks on my toes."

Evan didn't respond, but at every red light, he used both hands and poured all of himself into the intimate act of love. Deana's toes rolled between his fingers, then flexed and wiggled while he rubbed the balls of her feet. He ignored the twisting foot on his hard cock and tried to make her feel good.

They turned into the driveway, Deana blew out a long breath and said, "That was great. Thank you. You're the best."

"Anytime," Evan said and watched her get out of the car, then he rushed to catch up.

Deana started up the porch steps, but he stayed at the bottom. Her right hand was in front of her, clutching her dress. The back pulled tight over her bubble-butt. The hem hooked in the crease below each cheek, creating a sling that strained to contain her globes. His sister took each step deliberately, rising to her toes before allowing the other foot to land on the next step. He watched her ass muscles flow through their systematic motion. They narrowed, rolled upward until they ballooned at the top, then fell with a jiggle.

Deana swung the screen door open, and Evan took the steps three at a time. "Where's mom?" Deana asked.

"Not sure," he said and opened the back door for her.

She turned on the lights and asked, "Want a drink?"

"Please." He pulled out his father's chair and let his body drop. His sister reached into the cabinet, and he remembered when she needed to climb on the counter to get a glass. Now, her long,