Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 196

"Because you won't tell me what's on your mind."

"You're as bad as Dee, always acting like you know what I'm thinking."

"Well, Deana and I have a lot in common, more than you know, but it's you. Your face gives everything away. I always know what mood you're in when I look at you."

"That's what she says," he said. "Dale won the race, starting from fifteenth."

"So you think that's what you're supposed to do?" She pushed her shorts down, picked them up, folded them neatly, and stood there in her panties, looking at him.

Fuck it, he thought and took a good look. His cousin was exactly like his sister, fuckin' gorgeous. "Not win, um, but do good. His car always does good. Wins money so he can afford to buy gas and tires." Suddenly he missed Deana.

Cindy stepped into her fire protection pants, pulled them up to her waist and let the rest hang, so she looked like a half-peeled red banana. Then she squeezed his upper arms. "Evan, the only thing you should ever compare yourself to is your potential. Not me, not Dale or mad dog, or anyone. You do your best when you race. That's all Dale expects. You're good."

Evan looked at the red finger marks on his arms and said, "That's what all the girls say."

"Mm, I'm sure they do, Cindy said and pushed her arms into the race suit.

"My potential, that's good. I will. Thank you,' he said.

"I read it in a book, so don't be too impressed."

"I'm still impressed," he said. "Why are you, um, in, why aren't you-

"Wearing my bra and panties under my suit?"

"Yeah."

"Sometimes when I'm nervous about a big race, I like a distraction. Hard not to be distracted knowing if you're in a crash and the paramedics remove your suit they're gonna see you in your panties."

"It's not that big of a race."

"Tonight, I just wanted to distract you."

'Cuz, you're amazing. I'm going to find Jason. Good luck with your race."

Evan took his time, not trying very hard to find Jason. There would be plenty of time later for Jason to tell him about Billy Joe and how much he wanted to fuck her. It would be his fault that Jason hadn't hooked up with BJ because he wouldn't do something with KK. If Jason would realize Billy Joe was Becky's doppelganger, and fuck his sister, that would solve the BJ, KK problem. What the fuck did the K stand for anyway? If crazy, cock-hungry, and control-freak started with a K, then she'd be KKK.

He laughed at his brain's silly thought, then went back to his

serious contemplation. Cindy might have been trying to distract him with her lack of modesty, but that's not what happened. Seeing his cousin in her panties only reminded him how much she and Deana were alike. It made him wish Deana was there or he was wherever she was. His sister was the one person who understood him. She could make him feel better, but he couldn't tell Deana about Candy. Dearna might not get jealous, but she would definitely be angry. Telling her about the fight would be bad enough. If she found out about Candy-Jeez! Deana would see it for what it was, he'd fucked their mother. Not only that, he put Candy in a dangerous situation.

Evan pulled his phone from his pocket and thought about typing. Dee, I wish you were here. I miss you. That seemed too much like a message he'd send to a girlfriend, so he typed: Dee, Cindy said you should have come tonight. We miss you.

It took a few minutes, but a new message made Evan's phone ding and lite up. There was an attachment. He smiled and opened the message. Deana missed you too, a lot, but I'm keeping her company. Don't tell Cindy, but she did come, and come and come. Giggle. XXX000.

Evan opened the attachment and his body had a physical reaction. Deana was asleep on a large, plush mattress. It wasn't a bed he recognized. A black mess of silky hair was strewn over the white pillow that her head sank into, and she was naked except for the narrow band of silk sheet that lay across her crotch, stomach, and chest. Deana's long, dark legs went in opposing directions and made his heart race.

He saved the picture and deleted the message. Deana looked happy and satisfied. That diminished the guilt Evan hadn't known he was feeling, but it also made him sad, empty and angry. Actually, it was envy and jealousy he felt

To Be Continued