Chapter 11

It had been awkward in the kitchen that morning with Candy and Deana, and now the silence in the car was making Evan nuts. He wanted to get the inevitable tongue lashing out of the way so he could talk to Deana about whatever happened the day before when she insisted they go to his room and cuddle. It reminded Evan of how things were when they were kids after their mother died.

“Dee, you gonna tell me what’s going on with you?”

“I already did,” Deana said, “nothing, really, it’s nothing.”

“You’re mad about Mom?”

“I told you I’m not mad about that,” Deana said.

That’s a lie, Evan thought. “I didn’t plan it. It just happened.”

“So why did you lock me out?”

That’s what this is about, Evan thought. “What would you have done if the door was open?”

“Nothing. I’m just saying, you locked the door,” Deana said. “But I’m not mad about anything. It’s all good, but you really should stop.”

“You jealous?”

“Of course, part of me is, but that’s not why. We talked about this. Dad’s gonna be home soon, and you don’t wanna hurt ... uh, hurt Gloria.”

Evan sighed. “I know, and it was the last time. Mom and I agreed it was the last time, but—”

“That’s good—” Deana paused, thinking. “What the hell did you do to her? It sounded like—”

“You listened?”

“Damn right I listened!”

“Seriously, Dee, what if the door hadn’t been locked?” His mind went wild with different scenarios. The expression on his sister’s face would have been worth a million dollars, and if she walked in and...

Deana filled her lungs with a long, sharp burst of air, then blew out against sealed lips. Her cheeks puffed and her lips squeaked like a deflating balloon. “I don’t know, Evan, I don’t know, and that bothers me.”

“Why?” They turned into Rebecca’s driveway.

“Mmmm ... uh, not sure, but we don’t have time for that now. Here comes Rebecca, so unless you want to talk about fucking Mom in front of her, we better—”

“Shut up,” he finished for Deana as the tumbler approached his side of the car.

Rebecca said, “Hey.”

Evan looked down at the glossy-black material pasted to her legs. The gap that existed even when the tumbler’s thighs were together was filled with a mouth-watering camel toe. Damn, that girl has too much pussy packed in there. “Don’t you have anything other than spandex?”

Rebecca rested her elbows on the window edge and spoke next to Evan’s ear, “I’ve got that tiny yellow bikini you seemed to like so much. Remember, your hand was on my ass?”

The wisps of breath on his ear sent a shiver down Evan’s spine. He glanced over to see if his sister heard the scurrilous accusation. Was it an accusation if it was the truth, he wondered?

Deana said, “Thanks for the ride,” leaned over, grabbed Evan’s inner thigh below his crotch, and pressed her mouth on his.

The kiss caught Evan off guard, but it shocked him less than when Gloria French kissed him in front of Jayda’s house. Deana was making out with him in public while her lover watched. That sealed the deal; something was going on, and it was bigger than him and Candy or their father coming home.