Potential Part 24 by BiStander

Chapter 24

A Trifecta

Earlier that evening, Candy was focused and determined that she’d stop acting like a schoolgirl and resume her role as Evan’s mother. She planned on dismantling her spy equipment; then she would go to bed and start the next day on a new foot. The good wife game might be over, but she was the adult and mother of three.

Candy’s one last look had been her undoing. The image appeared and a torrent of serotonin and endorphins coursed through her. Deana’s firm breasts, her pink nipples and those youthful, swells of labia clinging to Evan’s manly cock, derailed the good intentions express Candy had expected to ride into the next morning. She watched the expression on Deana’s face, then steadied the pointer ten seconds back and clicked it over and over, reliving the moment Evan erupted. The fear and exhilaration that soar when a boy shoots his sperm into your womb for the first time stay with you forever, and it changes you. Deana would be different tomorrow morning when Candy saw her. She’d be full, bubbling with joy, and apprehensive about the new relationship with her brother. Candy would have to fight the desire to hold the girl and soak in her aura.

After hours of restless, partial sleep, Candy put one hand on her belly and the other next to her in the space where Evan laid after they made love. She felt like the only person aboard a ship lost at sea. A rogue wave crashed on the deck and washed her good intentions, determination and focus overboard. She flung the sheet aside and sat up.

When Candy reached the bottom step, ready to climb the stairs and join Evan in his bed, she heard hushed voices. The distance and the door at the top of the staircase prevented her from understanding their words, but not who was speaking. Deana and Evan were having a late night rendezvous. Candy turned, but a groan from the mattress terminated her retreat. She couldn’t be with Evan, but there were other ways to appease the needy girl she had become. As a precocious little voyeur, Candy had mastered the art of gratification through vicarious living. The telltale sounds always aroused sneaky-peeky.

The first time it had happened, Candy didn’t know what was going on, but the night of the thunderstorm she had learned that good things came to those who stayed quiet while waiting in fear. The squeaking floor and shadowed figure made Candy uneasy. She peeked through the layers of tangled hair that draped her face. The light outside the window silhouetted her big brother, Bobby, standing next to the bed. Maybe a typical girl would have been concerned and asked why he was staring at their sister, but Candy didn’t make a sound.

Her pulse quickened. She sensed something unusual was going on. Sally wasn’t sleeping. She had expected Bobby. Sally glanced at her, and Candy recognized the mischievous expression on her big sister’s face. Bobby turned, and butterflies fluttered in Candy’s belly. She’d seen it before in the bathroom or in her brother’s room but not like that. Bobby’s thing was long and fat, standing straight up like it was pissed off about something. Candy wondered if Bobby was mad at Sally. Her stomach buzzed with nervous energy. Could it have been that big the night he was on the floor, behind their mother, doing her doggy style?

Sally grabbed Bobby’s dick and pulled it toward her face. The top of it looked like a helmet, and he squeezed it into Sally’s mouth. The buzz in Candy’s belly flowed down to her groin. She had heard about that in school; girls whispered about such things, and mean boys said, “Suck my cock,” but none of them thought it was something that happened in real-life. Candy was watching her sister give a blowjob, and that made her tiny hole wet. Candy wanted to learn everything she could about sucking dicks.

Candy’s lessons always started with hushed voices and progressed to sucking sounds, slurps, and gasps. They ended with groans, grunts and gulping swallows. Candy wasn’t sure Bobby’s thing would fit in her mouth, but she’d be ready to try if he asked.

One night, the whispers didn’t lead to the sounds of Sally’s wet, sucking lips. Instead, Candy was jostled. She peeked. Sally was on her back, looking up at Bobby. She was naked. Bobby was also undressed, and his huge prick bobbed while he climbed on the bed. The mattress compressed, tugging Candy towards them. Her brother moved over Sally’s body and laid on top of her. Their hushed voices were replaced by short, choppy breathing while they kissed.

The moonlight illuminated Bobby’s muscled back and ass. He pushed up and light filled the void between their bodies. Sally’s breasts spilled over to her sides. Her stomach rose and fell. Bobby’s threatening cock was pressed into the mound of red hair, slicing through it. Her sister’s knees bent. A leg rested on Candy’s hip. Her brother’s body coiled, drawing the heavy flesh club down Sally’s groin. It fell out of Candy’s view, between her sister’s spread legs. Sally reached for it, and Candy was relieved that her sister was going to protect herself from that thing. Bobby pushed up on straight arms, and Candy saw it again. Sally was tugging on it, not pushing it away.

Sally looked at her, and for the first time, Candy was sure her sister knew she was awake. There was fear in Sally’s eyes when she whispered, “It’s okay, baby-girl, it’s okay.”

Bobby aimed his dick and Candy’s heart pounded in her chest. Sally doesn’t know what happened to their mother during the thunderstorm, Candy thought. I should stop them. Sally’s hole couldn’t have been much bigger than hers. That thing was going to break her in two. Bobby’s back arched, and the white globes of his ass rippled. Candy was scared for her sister and ashamed of herself for not saying anything. Her young pussy flooded with excitement. She wanted to see it happen.

Bobby hunched, and a wounded whimper came from Sally’s contorted face. Candy grabbed her crotch and squeezed her legs together on her hand. Sally sucked in a long breath and clawed at Bobby’s back. “Ah, finally, big brother, you’re in me.”

It wasn’t like the night Candy had to wait for a burst of lightning to catch split-second images. She was inches away from people having sex. Her body bounced in rhythm with the machine like motion of her brother’s humping. She was watching his muscles flex with the strength that allowed him to pick her up effortlessly. He was pounding the smell of sex out of Sally’s splayed crotch. Her sister’s pained grunts and her brother’s lustful gasps twisted up Candy’s mind and guts. They were fucking right there in front of her, molding Candy’s psyche.

Why would you care if they know, Candy asked herself and grabbed her pussy. She moaned, knowing Bobby would eventually fuck her, too. She couldn’t wait to be just like her big sister.

The trip down memory lane ended. Actually, it had been more like a trip down the road to Mississippi, the one they called, Bloody 98. Candy had climbed the stairs to Evan’s room while his mattress grunted under Deana’s impaled body. She turned the doorknob. Her flooded pussy leaked down her inner thighs. Nothing would be more satisfying than to burst in on them at the moment Evan started unloading his balls inside his sister’s body, but Candy restrained herself. It wasn’t the right time for that. She held the unlatched door closed.

Once the bed started thumping against the wall, Candy inched the door forward and looked through the gap with one eye. It reminded her of hiding in the closet, peeking between the slants while Sally got plowed by various boys. Deana was spread wide, pulling at her brother, demanding more. Evan held nothing back. Candy wanted to wait until Evan stiffened and pumped his orgasm into Deana, but she knew the dead silence that followed great sex, so she fled when the hammering headboard reached full volume.

At the bottom of the stairs, Candy closed her eyes. There was one final slam from the wood against the wall and a loud grunt, then nothing except their panting breaths. Candy pictured her little man’s face at the moment he finished fucking her in the kitchen. His pleasure, his lust, his love, and his life had flowed into her being.

Candy eased the hallway door closed and went to bed, lonely and sad, but she had an idea, too. It might be the only way to end this insanity, she thought.

“Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful

As when you wake

By the side of that boy or girl

Who has pledged their love to you?”

When Evan awoke, he was disappointed that Deana wasn’t there. He pressed his face into the pillow where her head had been. The scent of his sister’s hair proved the previous day hadn’t been a dream. It would have been wonderful to wake up with Deana staring into his eyes, pledging her love to him. She would have welcomed his morning erection. They could have made love again. Was there anything better than morning sex? In Evan’s imagination, the answer was no, but other than Gloria, he’d never woken up with a girl. At least Deana has enough sense to avoid getting caught in bed, he thought.

In Evan’s book of rules, sister fucking might have been worse than stepmother fucking, but the previous night with Deana made him uncomfortable about being with Candy. He didn’t love her the way he loved Deana. Sex with Candy was a tranquilizer for his conscience, but something was amiss. Maybe he was mourning the loss of his mother. He needed to talk to Deana about it.

It was late enough that Deana would have been up for a while, so Evan sent her a text: Come upstairs. Need to talk.

To Evan’s surprise, his phone beeped before a minute had passed. He smiled, expecting the stairs to start squeaking. The reply was: Can’t. On the way to mall with Reb and Gloria.