A literotic sexstories: Potential Part 16 by BiStander ,
A teenage boy’s normal struggles with growing up are complicated by his porn brain and pantie fetish, or at least that’s what he thinks. There might be more to the story.
One last thing, check the comments for answers to questions before asking. Many questions have already been answered there.
Potential
by Bistander
Chapter 16
Nothing to Prove
The next morning, Evan awoke refreshed from the dead sleep the previous day’s hard labor brought on. Tonight, he would be in Cindy’s car, doing hot laps. That was something to be excited about, so why was he still in bed, staring at the ceiling?
His mother never missed a go-cart race, and it didn’t matter where he finished, she always hugged him like he had won. She would want to be at the racetrack when he drove, but because of his father, he had to keep it a secret. That’s why he was still in bed, he wanted Deana to come upstairs and convince him that their mother needed to know and she would be able to help him deal with their father. Truthfully, Evan pictured Deana laying at his side, trying to convince him that kissing her was safe. It wasn’t. The night before, Deana had wanted him as much as he wanted her. The problem was, Deana could compartmentalize her feelings, but he’d be all in, head-over-heels in love with her, just like he used to be. He might be able to get away with driving Dale’s car, but he had no chance of keeping an ongoing love affair under wraps while living in the same house.
It’s time to get this show on the road, he thought and got out of bed. Doing hot laps wasn’t racing, but pressing the pedal down on eight-hundred horsepower was like kissing Deana—the most terrifying thing he could fall in love with. He made a vow, Deana’s lips are off limits.
Downstairs, the house was exceptionally quiet. After peeing and brushing his teeth, Evan passed Deana and Gloria’s rooms, both empty. Gloria hadn’t come upstairs to remind him about her game. She might need more time to get over having his cock head jammed into her crotch. At least the thing with Jayda had been worked out, sort of. He needed to avoid her. There was no telling how she would act. Jeez, there was no telling how he would act. Fucking Jayda was incredible, and he’d do it again if he got a chance. Sex was easy; he could do it ten times a day and enjoy it every time if love wasn’t involved. Though being in love with Stacey hadn’t been complicated, and the sex was great, too.
The kitchen light was off, but before he flipped the switch, Evan saw Deana. She was in a daze, staring into the sink with a towel on her head and one around her body. It would be immature, but he didn’t know how else to break the ice. Plus, it would serve her right for wearing a towel that barely reached the bottom of her butt cheeks. His mother busted him ever time he stepped out of the bathroom, yet Deana walked around the house like that.
He was close enough to touch her and about to shout, “Boo,” when he noticed how long her neck seemed without the cloak of black hair. It was narrow and delicate. He grabbed her by the shoulders, but she didn’t do her pathetic fear dance. She said, “Nice try, but you came down the stairs like a caveman.”
“Oh,” he said, still holding her. She smelled wonderful, and her neck was inviting his lips to touch it. He reached around her body, pressed his forearms into her stomach and pulled her against him. It wasn’t her lips, so it wouldn’t actually be kissing. His head bowed forward, and his rationalization backfired. How could anything be so soft and make him feel so good? He kissed the top of her shoulder, moved to the curve of her neck, then nibbled that tender flesh below her ear. Her head rolled forward and to the side. A low murmur rose from her throat.
Deana turned halfway, looked up and licked her lips. He closed his eyes and let it happen. Instantly, their passion was beyond what he was prepared to handle. He tightened his hold and lifted her into the kiss. How was he supposed to let her go?
The compressor cycled off, and the refrigerator went quiet. It was like he had just emerged from a dream and the only sound was their excited panting. “Ah, Deana.” He opened his eyes, and his sister was already staring at him. The look in her eyes wasn’t one he was familiar with, and it didn’t make him comfortable. “No, no more kissing.”
He let her go and stepped back. Deana reached for him, and her towel fell. She didn’t try to catch it. The image of Deana’s pink, cotton-puff nipples, erecting and turning a fiery, red scarred his brain. His eyes followed her stomach down to the hairless mound between her hips. The smooth flesh swelled on each side of the slice that cut across her pubic bone. His knees were weak.
“You look like you’ve never seen a naked girl before.”
Her voice snapped him out of the trance, and he stopped imagining he was kissing his way down her body. “I haven’t, um, haven’t ever seen anything so—” He stopped himself and looked around. It would be so easy to let it happen, and the most powerful thing he’d ever experience. Nobody would know, except them. “I mean I’ve never seen my sister naked.” It would change their lives forever.
“I’ve seen you naked.”
“That’s when we were kids,” he said. “We’re not supposed to see each other, or kiss. I can’t kiss you anymore.” He picked up the towel and pushed it at her. “Cover that.”
“Don’t you like it?” Deana asked, and took her time fastening the towel around her body.
“That’s the problem, I do… like it, too much.”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “You can kiss me anytime you want.”
“No, you don’t understand how it is for me.”
“Yes, yes, Evan, I do. I like it…like you kissing me. It makes me happy.”
“But it’s not right. It’s not supposed to happen.”
“Says who?”
He didn’t care whose rule it was, he wanted her, but he’d have to move out of the house if it happened. It wouldn’t be possible for him to resist touching her, all the time. “Everybody, everybody knows it…it isn’t supposed to happen.”
Deana’s voice was just above a whisper when she said, “Don’t be sorry. Kiss me if you want to,” then she started walking away.
“It’s too dangerous,” he said.
Deana kept on walking. Evan skipped breakfast and got out of the house like it was burning. He was rock hard and ready, but that didn’t scare him as it had before. His feelings were what terrified him. He thought he had been in love with Stacey, but he wouldn’t have been willing to die for Stacey. Chancing death to be with Deana, that was fine with him, but what would his father do to her? That was a risk he couldn’t take.
Jason read Darlene’s text one more time before he replied, “I’ll be there.” Considering how her last dream turned out, he was nervous about going back to Ms. Style’s house for this one, whatever it was. Darlene hadn’t said don’t bring Becky, but she also didn’t tell him he should, and the girl’s dreams were very particular. He couldn’t chance it, he’d worry about Becky later. It wasn’t his fault she went to the ballpark.
It was early for Gloria’s game, but Evan didn’t have anywhere else to go, so he went to the ballpark. He wanted to talk to Jason, even if he couldn’t tell him the truth, but Jason had things to do for his mother. It was about time, he thought because Jason never had chores
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There were plenty of places to park close to field A, where Gloria would be practicing, but Evan parked at the far end of the lot and stayed in the car, listening to the radio. Avoidance was still his best strategy, but how could he do that? The softball sisters would be together, and Candy and Miss Tonya would be sitting next to each other on the bleachers. He wasn’t interested in sitting with the woman he wanted to have sex with and the one who had fucked his brains out. Miss Tonya, that was his problem, she had done this to him.
He left Jason a voicemail, “I have to get to the track early, so be ready. I’ll pick you up at four-thirty. If you’re not ready, I’m going without you, and I’m asking Billy Joe out.”
Jason pulled up behind an Acura TLX. Did that mean Ms. Style was home? He turned off his engine. Darlene hadn’t given him any details about her dream, but he had assumed she would be alone or with Brutus. He hadn’t liked lying to Evan about what he was doing, and he’d feel worse about it if he got to meet Ms. Style without Evan. A hot flash went through him. What if the dream involved Ms. Style? Evan would be mad, then. What choice did he have, though?
He couldn’t tell Evan about Darlene without explaining how it happened. One secret would uncover another, then another, and eventually Evan would know about Becky. That couldn’t happen. If the shoe were on the other foot, Evan would do the same thing. He opened his door, got out of the truck and started towards the gate. Darlene did tell him to meet her where they’d been last time, by the hot tub. Maybe she’d be in it with Ms. Style?
The softball sisters were together on the field with their team and coach. Evan breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t see Miss Tonya or his mother. They must have gone shopping or something. He moved off to the side of the main bleachers so Gloria wouldn’t notice him. Once her game was about to start, he’d let her know he was there, then after she played, he could go to the racetrack, where it would be easy to stop thinking about what happened. For now, he was stuck with his thoughts of Deana’s naked body. Jeez, his sister stood there and made no effort to conceal her nudity. He had seen her in the shower but didn’t realize she had amazing pink caps and a perfect, bald pussy. How would those nipples feel on his lips and tongue?
The sound of flip-flops slapping the dirt told him what to expect, so he braced himself and waited. His name rang out, “Evan,” then he was stumbling forward. When the legs came around his waist, he grabbed them. It was a welcomed annoyance, but he said, “Damn it, Becky, what’s wrong with you.”
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