Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 247

It's Just a Sunday Drive

The afternoon was well underway, yet Evan was still on Deana's bed. She was still laying on top of him. Making love, twice, made them drowsy, but Evan needed to get to the race shop.

"Does Darlene remind you of anyone?" Deana asked.

A couple of times, when Evan had looked the redhead in the eyes, it stirred something in his brain. He'd always attributed it to lust, but Deana's question made him wonder. 'No. You?"

His sister's expression didn't match her words. "Maybe, but I'm not sure."

Deana was keeping something to herself, but he didn't have time to get it out of her. "I gotta go. You wanna come?"

"Shit, again? I can't, not for a while, anyway."

"Funny," he said. "You told me you wanted to see Cindy."

"I do, but not today," Deana said. "Rebecca's stopping by."

"You gonna tell her?" Evan asked.

"Of course," Deana said. "We don't keep secrets."

"Really," he said, wondering if his sister knew Rebecca had been down in the basement with him.

"Yeah, really," Deana said. "You know Darlene likes you, right?"

Evan rolled his eyes. "She doesn't. Wasn't that obvious by the way she acted today?"

"You weren't exactly friendly."

"Why bother?" he asked. "I tried that for a year. It got me nowhere."

"She said you weren't her type, but she was lying. Then she told me someone else had their eye on you, so she wouldn't."

"What? Who?" Evan panicked, wondering if he did something to tip Darlene off about him and Deana. "Who did she mean?"

"Gloria," Deana said, "I'm pretty sure she meant Gloria."

Evan's guilty conscience liberated his tongue without engaging his brain. "Gloria, what does Darlene know about Gloria and me? Why would she think something like that? She's never seen me with Gloria.

"Relax. You're acting like something has happened," Deana said. "Has it?"

"It!" he said, "no, it, hasn't happened. Nothing has happened, other than what I already told you. You're supposed to be handling that for me."

"Yeah, I know," Deana said. "You know Darlene probably has seen you and Gloria. She goes to the ballpark, but even if she hasn't, girls know these things just by talking to each other."

"That's ridiculous, she's my sister.

"And I'm not?" Deana laughed. "I don't think Darlene would care either way. You know she's right, Gloria is into you, and let's face it, she's perfect for you."

"Jeez, why would you say that? Even if she wasn't my sister, she's too young."

"Stop saying that," Deana said. "The girl has been getting herself off for five years already. Oh, and you do know the softball sisters do more than play ball together, right?"

"How do you know?"

Deana rolled her eyes. "We're sisters. Don't you think we talk, share secrets?"

'But, ah, why do you think she's perfect for me? How much had Gloria told Deana?

"Duha." Deana poked his forehead. "The girl is a clone of Candy when you first started popping boners for the babysitter."

"How do you know what I-"

"You think | just now started noticing that thing in your pants?" Deana shook her head. "Seriously."

"Even if I did see Gloria that way-I don't-it doesn't matter, she's still my sister. We can't-

"Can't what?" Deana interrupted, again. "Do what you and Mom are doing? Oh, by the way, Rebecca saw you doing what you say you can't do with Gloria."

"What! Shit, no, that's not good," Evan said. "Is that why you made me do it in the kitchen?"

"Made you? Haha," Deana said. "No, that had nothing to do with it. Stop changing the subject. Gloria-"

"I would hurt." He saw Deana's raised brow and knew he was in trouble.

"So, you have been thinking about it?"

"No, of course not."

Then why do you think it would hurt? Obviously, you've been thinking about it."

"No, but if I were, I assume it would hurt. She's not as old as you and you said it hurt you. It's her first time, ya know."

"Phew." Deana shook her head. "The girl has the body of an

eighteen-year-old. Besides, it's possible Miss Tonya has some of the same stuff Rebecca's mother has hidden in her room. The softball sisters might have, Um, you know."

The only thing Evan wanted to think about less then Rebecca fucking Deana with a dildo was Jayda doing Gloria. Jayda, jeez, he thought, that girl is a wild card. She's had the jack, the card to bring him down. It was a miracle she hadn't already told Gloria that he fucked her. If Deana wouldn't flip out, he'd ask her for advice. It might be better to tell Gloria before Jayda could. "This conversation has gone on long enough, Evan said. "I'm going to see your clone."

"You're right about that," Deana said. "Sometimes when I see Cindy, it freaks me out how much she looks like me."

Evan rolled Deana off to his side, sat up, and took a good look at his sister's naked body. "Mm, she acts like you, too." Would Cindy's naked body take his breath away just like Deana's did? "Why couldn't you have been ugly?"

"Then you'd be ugly, too," Deana said and sat Indian style with her heels jammed into her crotch. "You know Gloria isn't going to grow out of it, right?"

"I never did," he mumbled and kissed Deana's cheek. "Later."

Now that Evan knew about Becky, Jason figured he should come clean about Darlene and going to Ms. Style's, but not until after whatever happened today. It seemed strange to Jason that Darlene needed a ride home; she could have asked Evan, but Jason didn't question the redhead. Instead, he jumped in his truck and started driving. Darlene may have had another one of her bizarre dreams.

When Jason saw Ms. Style's car in the driveway, it confused and excited him. If Darlene needed a ride, and Style was there, then it was more likely this was another setup. Hmm, what kind of weird, kinky fantasy has the fuckin' redhead worked up this time, he wondered?

Jason parked behind Style's car and got out of his Chevy S-10. The faint smell of cut grass lingered in the humid air. Evan couldn't have been gone very long, Jason thought. It made him feel good that Darlene would rather have him drive her home. She told him to come around back when he got there because she might be in the pool, so that's what he did, hoping she'd be tanning naked with Ms. Style.

The backyard was quiet, and nobody was at the pool, so Jason walked over to the screened in porch. "Hello, you in there?" he asked before opening the door an inch. In the shadows, he saw Darlene stand up.

"Yeah, come in," she said. "It's safe, Brutus is in the house."

Immediately, his mind went to Ms. Style on her hands and knees, then Dariene's dark-red nipples brought it back. The girl's white T- shirt was old and worn thin. It was quite warm, yet her nipples were hard. He stepped in and pulled the screen door shut.