Chapter 3

Evan knocked and opened Deana’s door. His sister jerked and turned away from the window. The look on her face made him say, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for an answer, but Mom’s home.”

“I know I already saw her.”

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yup, naked as ya can be.”

“Shit, what did she say?” he asked. “And why didn’t you warn me?”

“It’s not like you haven’t already put that,” she pointed at his dick, “in her.”

“Yeah, but what if I walked in while you were there? She would have known something was up with us.”

“Relax, she’s in her room,” Deana said and went back to staring out the window.

“What’s up with you?” he asked and started massaging Deana’s shoulders. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Um, you seem mad, sad, or something.”

“I’m fine, and stop that.” She shrugged his hands away.

“Why?”

“Because your massages always lead to other things, and Mom is home.”

He put his hands on her neck without massaging it. “Tell me what happened with Mom.”

“What makes you think something happened?”

“Dee, it’s not like it was when I was too busy jerking off,” he said, “I know when there’s something wrong.” He spun Deana around on the desk chair and knelt in front of her. “Go ahead, tell me what’s going on.”

“I stood in front of Mom without anything on, and she hugged me.”

“And?”

Deana hung her head, avoiding eye contact. “I want her, wanna feel her skin on mine, explore every curve, kiss every inch of her, and taste her ... I wanted to taste her and make her cum while she looked into my eyes.”

“Whoa, jeez, um, what’s wrong with that? It wouldn’t bother me.”

“I can’t,” Deana said.

“You scared?” he asked. “Let’s both go and get in bed with her.”

“Trust me, Evan, that’s not what she needs,” Deana said. “There is some crazy shit going on, and she needs us ... our help.”

The intense, dark stare and the solemn expression on his sister’s face made him nervous. “What are you talking about? Did she say something?”

“No, but she didn’t have to. I could tell,” Deana said.

“How?”

“It’s a girl thing, we just know stuff.”

“Stuff,” he mumbled. “What stuff?”

“Like when another girl is in love. Mom’s in love with someone.”

“Huh? Who, me?”

“Yes, I’m sure she loves you, but there is someone else, someone who she has been in love with for a while, and I think we’re complicating things for her.”

“You mean me, I’m complicating things, but how could she be? Mom doesn’t know anyone, any men, and she never goes anywhere. Who could she possibly be in love with?”

“I didn’t mean you. I meant me—us, and I don’t think it’s a man,” Deana said.

He got up, pulling Deana to her feet, held her face in his hands, and stared into her eyes. “Who is it?” His sister knew.

“I don’t, don’t know,” Deana said and struggled.

He held on tight. “Dee, why don’t you trust me?”

“I do, I swear, more than anybody. It’s you and me, and—It’s us against the world, the same as it’s been since Mommy was taken away from us.” Deana sank into Evan’s hug.”

The pain Deana felt evoked a sudden rage, and Evan trembled. “I love you, no matter what, I’ll always love you.”

“I know that,” she said.

“Then you should tell me things, the stuff you don’t want me to know.”

“I will,” Deana said. “Mom might know about us. I don’t know how long she was home or if she knows I came from your room, so go find out if we’re in trouble.”

“Why me?”

“She’s used to you being in her room. Find out if she knows, and that’s all. Don’t ask her any questions or do what you normally do.”

Evan nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it in a little while, but I’m hungry. Did we even eat anything today?”

“Not unless you count what you did to me in Gloria’s room.” His sister almost smiled. “The rest of the time, we were sleeping.”

“I guess we were,” he said. “You wore me out yesterday with all that—”

“Wait a second, I’m the one who should be worn out ... or at least sore, which I am, thank you very much.”

“Anytime.”

“Mom said we should handle dinner without her, but I think she expects us to wear clothes.”

A shiver-jerk spazzed his body. “Fuck, can you imagine if we could live like this forever?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I could stand seeing Mom and Gloria naked without—”

“No, please don’t say it,” he said. “I can’t think about that right now. I’m too hungry to have a boner.”

“Wow, let me write that down. It’s a first.”

Evan shook his head and went to his room for clothes.