Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 171

"You're lucky it was me, that's all I'll say about it. She smirked, but he didn't know why.

"Thanks, Mom, thank you. It won't happen again."

His mother kissed him on the lips. "You get sleeping beauty up."

"Okay, I will." He watched Candy's ass until she left the room. Those gray slacks were his favorite, they clung to her. "Gloria, wake up," he whispered. "You're in big trouble." He squeezed his sister's ass.

"Mmmm, I like that."

Evan said, "You're bad," then he took his time getting out from under Gloria's warm body. He liked it too.

Deana heard a familiar voice, "You planning on sleeping all day?"

She opened her eyes and saw her mother's hand. It brushed the scattered hair from in front of her eyes. Deana yawned, then her sore nipples served as a wake-up call. She glanced left without moving her head. Rebecca was turned towards her, but a mess of tangled hair covered her face. Her thigh was across Deana's body, and her calf rested on her groin. "Mom." How could she have been so irresponsible? She had gone to sleep naked with another girl and let herself get caught. "I guess we got sleepy."

"Seems so," her mother said and sat on the edge of the bed.

Deana tried to formulate some explanation or lie, but nothing came. The smile on her mother's face was peaceful and understanding. It made Deana feel safe. "Mom.'

"What, Honey?"

The loving kiss placed on her forehead told Deana Candy was there for her. Tears blurred her vision. "Mah.. Mommy, is this bad? What, ah, what we're-"

"Shh." Candy put her finger on Deana's lips. "Take it easy."

"But, but, Mom." Her eyes sockets overflowed, and her body jerked with a sob.

"No, Baby, no it isn't bad." Her mother leaned in.

When her mother's lips moved away from Deana's forehead, she knew everything had changed. Candy was on her side, consoling her. It reminded her of when kids made fun of her for being so close to Evan. She would come home from school to Candy, the babysitter. After a kiss on each cheek, Candy would tell her, "It doesn't matter what other people say. It's fine if you love Evan. Love is good."

"But Mom, you know what people say.

"Sweetheart, what does your heart say? Follow your heart, not what people say."

"I love her." The words scared Deana. She didn't want to be a lesbian, but there was no denying how she felt about Rebecca. The girl made her happy and complete. "Mom, I love her. I'm scared." Her eyes shut on the second outburst of tears.

Candy pulled Deana up and spoke just below a whisper, 'It's okay, you're okay. I got you."

Deana hugged Candy with all her strength. The woman's chest was like a warm rag on a strained muscle, and the words she'd spoken gave her assurance. Candy would never let anything happen to her. "Thank you, oh god, thank you, Mom." She looked into her mother's eyes. For the first time in years, they were vibrant and happy. "I love you so much."

"I know, Honey, and I love you, always will, no matter what."

After guzzling milk from the jug, Evan started towards Deana's room. It was one thing for Deana's friend to be privy to their fun and games, kissing, but he wasn't comfortable with Rebecca knowing all.

Evan tumed the corner out of the kitchen. His mother was coming out of Deana's room with a genuine grin on her face. He stopped in the living room and waited for her. "Mom."

She strolled over to him and said, "She's sleeping."

"Oh."

His mother put her straight arms around him, clasped her hands behind his back and rested her forearms on his hips. "Everything all right?" she asked. Her incredible smile didri't fade.

"Ah, great," he said. "How are you?"

"Wonderful," she said. "Thanks for asking."

After she had kissed his cheek, his mother continued with the same carefree stride. Evan stood there a minute wondering what the fuck happened to her. Whatever it was, it was bitter-sweet because that woman wasn't his mother anymore. As much as he loved Candy, he didn't need a babysitter.

If Deana was asleep, Evan didn't think it made sense to knock. He eased the door open and looked in. His sister was staring at him, but she didn't look mad about the intrusion. Considering their mother had just been there, Evan thought Deana might be in shock. Rebecca was sleeping with a leg draped across Deana's body and only a sheet clumsily thrown over them. All the other covers had been tossed on the floor. He could tell they were naked.

Deana waved her arm for him to close the door. He pointed at the celling and whispered, "Upstairs." She held up one finger, then shooed him away.

He didn't want to have to wait one minute to hear what happened when their mother found Deana and Rebecca like that, but Evan closed the door and headed for his room. Fifty ideas were flashing through his mind, but none of them would have produced a smiling mother.

When Deana got to Evari's room, he didn't wait for the door to close before asking, "What happened? I saw Mom leaving your room. Did she see you like that?"

"No," Deana said and sat on the bed. "I was sleeping when she came in, like that."

But she was smiling."

"I know," Deana said. "She saw, and she didn't freak out. Evan, she was cool about it. think she's on our side again."

He sat next to Deana. "I think she's always been on our side, but-

"No!" Deana stood up. 'No, not like this. Something is different. I gotta get Rebecca up in case Dad comes home."

"Wait." He jumped up. 'Does Rebecca know?"

"No."