Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 242

"Oh." What is she doing then, Gloria wondered? Her palms were clammy. "You won't say anything, will you?"

Dariene answered her question with a kiss. Gloria had never used drugs or alcohol, but she suspected getting high or intoxicated would be like making out with Darlene, and that was what she was doing

"No, I won't say anything," Darlene said. "Your secrets are safe with me

Gloria was upset that they weren't kissing anymore, yet relieved because she would have been in trouble with her friends and coach if Darlene hadn't stopped. It was scary to think she would have let the redhead strip her naked and fuck her even though they were in danger of being seen.

"We better get back before your friends see you weren't watching -"Darlene giggled. "Well, I suppose you were, but not the way they expected."

While they hurry back around the grassy edges of the parking lot. Darlene said, "Tell me about you and Evan."

"Huh, what do you mean?" Gloria said as the blood drained from her face. "He's my brother."

Darlene pursed her lips. "I told you your secrets are safe with me. You like him."

Gloria wanted to trust Darlene, but she hardly knew her, and the redhead admitted to being a good liar. "Why do you think that?"

"I'm a girl, and you know how easy it is for girls to spot jealousy in other girls. It showed every time his name was mentioned at the mall."

"Ah, he's my brother."

"You keep saying that," Darlene said. "So what?"

They stopped where Gloria had been earlier, directly across from the dirt pile. Darlene was so close that her tits touched Gloria's. She thought the redhead was going to start making out with her right there where they would be seen.

"I told you I wouldn't lie to you," Darlene said. "You can trust me with your secrets, and I can tell you have lots of them."

She sighed. "It wouldn't matter, I'm too young for him."

"Age doesn't matter," Darlene said. "They used to marry off girls as soon as they got their period. As long as you're not being forced to do something, and you want to, then go for it. That's my thinking, anyway."

"Tell Evan that," Gloria said and wished she hadn't. "I mean if he wasn't my brother."

"Stepbrother," Darlene said. "Oh, here comes your friends. Hey, you should come with Dee Friday. We can talk more... and maybe try not wearing your new bathing suit."

"Yeah, um, okay, but I'm not sure my sister will let me go skinny- Oh shit, no, I can't," Gloria said. "I'm going to meet my aunt. I've never met her before."

"Oh."

She can't be that disappointed, Gloria thought, but she had never seen Darlene look unsure of herself. Some of the red had drained from Darlene's freckles. "Maybe I can get out of it," Gloria said.

"No, you should go," Darlene said. "I'd like to hear about it, her." She put her foot up on the bumper of a car and laid Gloria's forearm on the top of her thigh. "Call me... after."

Gloria nodded and watched Darlene write. There was something about the blue Ink forming a phone number on her skin that seemed more sensual and sexual than it should have. At that moment, she would have let Darlene write all over her body. She mumbled, "I will, I'll call." Darlene added a smiley face after the last two numbers, 69.

The sound of gravel under sneakers increased, but Gloria continued to stare into the older girl's blue eyes. They were haunting and challenging, yet warm and familiar. There's so much more to Darlene than meets the eye, Gloria thought. She needed to know who this girl really was, and why she felt this way. It was as if in a matter of minutes, she loved the redhead like a sister.

"Call me," Darlene said and kissed Gloria before tuming and walking off in the direction she had initially come from. It had been quick, but Darlene's lips on hers had a lasting effect.

"Who's that," Jayda asked.

Gloria continued to watch the high, ass waving steps and

bouncing red hair. "Darlene, it was Darlene." It was surreal.

Alex bumped Gloria and said, "Snap out of it. She's a senior, isn't she? How do you know her?"

I don't know, Gloria thought, but said, "She's friends with my sister. Ya'll took forever. Come on. Coach is gonna be pissed."

Jayda and Alex both said, "It's her fault," and pointed at each other.

Thursday, for the third day in a row, Evan was at the race shop. Cindy and cars made life without sex almost bearable. His mother had been staying busy. He assumed to avoid him. They still hadn't talked more. Rebecca had spent the night or Deana had been at Rebecca's house, so there hadn't been an appropriate opportunity to convince her that once wasn't enough. Well, it had been three times, but Evan counted it all as their first time. Gloria had been around plenty, but he'd Intentionally avoided being alone with her. He didn't want anything to happen, especially if it was because of too many supplements and no Candy. He loved Gloria too much to do that to her. It was bad enough he had fingered her and blew a load on her stomach, then refused to let her come upstairs. Her sad eyes had almost broken him, but it was for her own good. Gloria deserved to find a boy she could fall in love with and have a relationship with. Better yet, he thought, a girlfriend. He imagined that would be easier than seeing Gloria with a boy.

Cindy handed Evan a screwdriver and said, "How are things at home without your father being there? Any problems?"

How could he answer that without sounding like he hoped another airliner would go missing? "Everything is great... fine, no problems."

"You like being the man of the house?"

The question could have been benign, but Cindy's tone wasn't. "Um, how do you mean?"

"You know, your dad isn't home, it's an expression, unless-"

"No, I get it," he said. "It's not, um, not any different than when he's there." It's easier to fuck his wife, and not be grounded, Evan thought. "Ca-Mom is in charge, anyway."

"I'm sure," Cindy said.

Evan felt like his cousin knew something she wasn't saying. "You

been talking to her again?"

"I told you a thousand times, I'm sorry." She squeezed his upper arms. "I knew how proud she would be of you, and I felt guilty, so I wanted at least one of your parents to know."

"Except she took up for me and-*

"She always has, Evan, more than you know. She cares about you and wants your dreams to come true as much as you do."

His head hung. "I guess." He wanted-No, he needed a hug.

"Don't ever forget that, Evan." Cindy's grip became painfully tight. "No matter what happens, remember, Candy was always there for you."

Evan got the hug he needed. It squeezed two tears from his eyes. He caught them with the backs of his hands before embracing Cindy with the same, until we die strength she was applying. Cindy's words were close to his ear and too low to be sure of, but Evan thought she said, "Take care of her." He didn't ask what she meant. As the man of the house, he should know what to do. That was a tall order.

Cindy put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back two feet. Deana might as well have been staring at him. His cousin pressed her mouth firmly on his dry lips. Her eyes were closed, so he did the same. Cindy tilted her head so her lips pulled his dry lips apart. He tried to moisten them. His tongue crashed into Cindy's; then it was in her mouth.

When Evan opened his eyes, Cindy's were already open. It had only lasted a few seconds, but it would be a long time before he forgot that kiss, if ever.

"Now, get your head in there, Cindy pointed, "and put that screwdriver on the idle screw so we can get this bitch ready to win."

They weren't going to talk about what had just happened, Evan knew that, but would they ever do it again? Cousin kissing was definitely better than sister fucking.

Friday, Deana knew her brother was annoyed when they left for Ms. Style's, but she didn't know if it was because she'd been avoiding him, or if he didn't want her in that part of his life. The first, she could talk to him about, but the latter, Evan would have to deal with that. Darlene invited her, and Ms. Style sounded thrilled

to have her there. She told Deana that she had already invited her

through Evan, but he hadn't bothered to mention it. The way Ms. Style put it, Rebecca could come too, any day of the week.

A chance to swim and tan was great, but Deana was more Interested in Ms. Style. The woman fascinated her, as did the dynamics of Darlene's relationship with Style. On the drive home from the mall, Ms. Style had flipped back and forth between authority figure and best friend. There was something about the woman that Deana wouldn't soon forget, and there seemed to be so much more under the surface that needed further investigation. The same was true for Darlene. That girl was a huge mystery

"I'm going to get started right away," Evan sald when the car came to a stop. "You go swim or whatever you and Darlene have planned."

Deana turned away from the farmhouse and the isolation that surrounded it. When she looked at Evan, she saw the vast open area in the distance behind him. This is the middle of nowhere, she thought. "We don't have anything planned. I'm not even sure she'll be here. Ms. Style invited me. Thanks for bringing me, finally."

"I told you, I didn't feel comfortable bringing somebody with me to hang out in the pool, not yet. Jason hasn't been here, except the time he helped me work, and I told him he couldn't go in the pool."

"Darlene was here."

"Only once," Evan said and opened his door. "You're here now, let's go.

They met in front of the car. The breeze hit Deana's front and

sealed the thin fabric to her skin; it contoured to her every curve. "Hey, Evan, I'm sorry. It's hard for me, too, I swear, but it's better if we don't-

"I understand, don't worry, I do, I get it."

"Good," Deana sald and gave Evan a peck on the cheek. "Then you're mad because I'm here? You don't want to share her?"

"Darlene? Jeez, no, Darlene isn't anything to me. She's not interested, and I'm okay with that, now."

"What then?" she asked. "You're annoyed about something."

"Am not," he said.

"Is it Mom?"

"No, yeah, It's everything," he said. "Racing tomorrow night, I wish it could be different. With Uncle JC there, it's too risky for you and Mom to come. If he saw you, he'd wanna know where I was. That's a bummer."

Deana gave her brother a long hug, wishing she hadn't. His touch was enough to break her will. "I understand, and I'm sorry, but things will get better, you'll see."

"That's just something people say to make you feel better," he said. "I'm gonna go get the lawnmower and stuff. Follow me, I'll show you where the pool is."

After Evan went into the barn-garage thing, Deana started up the grassy slope toward the pool. Somebody was already swimming, and Ms. Style's car wasn't in the driveway, so Deana assumed it was Darlene. There wasn't any reason to be nervous, yet Darlene's sudden interest in being friends was unsettling. She wished Rebecca had skipped gymnastics and come with her.

Deana closed the gate behind her, walked across the patio, and put her towel and lotion on a luxurious, cushioned lounge chair. She moved closer to the pool. There was no mistaking the redhead swimming rhythmically down the length of the pool, but it seemed out of character for Darlene to be such a proficient swimmer. Deana watched Darlene reverse directions like a professional. Then she realized it wasn't a tiny bathing suit the redhead was wearing. Naked, Deana thought, that's something I would expect from Darlene. She stared at the pale flesh slicing through the water. It was mesmerizing. Deana removed her sundress and sat on the edge with her feet in the water. It was too cold to get in, or at least that was Deana's excuse for staring at the redhead's butt. It wasn't like in the locker room at school where she had to sneak a peek tactfully. She'd enjoy it now, so she wouldn't gawk later when Darlene realized she was there. Was that possible?

A lawnmower starting made Deana turn her head. She couldn't see where her brother was, so she went back to watching. Darlene must have also heard the noise. The redhead surfaced, pushed hair off her face and looked around. She seemed surprised for a second then said, "Oh, Dee," and ducked under and thrust herself through the water like a torpedo.

Deana considered how she should respond to Darlene's nudity. The redhead made three slow, frog kicks that seemed like erotic, sexual gestures to Deana. Her mouth became dry. Darlene popped up at the end of Deana's outstretched legs. She had Deana's feet in her hands.