Potential Part 8 by BiStander

This is a very long story and this is not the chapter to start with. You can, but you’ll be a little lost because many things have already happened. If you aren’t interested in a long incestuous family drama, turn back now. No animals were

hurt in the telling of this story and nobody was forced to do anything they didn’t want to do.

Note: Please be advised that this chapter has been modified from the original version. I hope I didn’t screw anything

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Potential
by Bistander
Chapter 8: Groundhog Day

Evan found his house surprisingly quiet, and that was a relief because he didn’t want to see or speak to anybody.

He went straight to his room, got naked and got in his bed. He was exhausted, yet his mind was buzzing with excitement.

He’d finally gotten laid. What a rush, he thought, and started replaying it in his head.

It had been incredible. Spontaneous, dangerous sex was amazing. Sex with Stacey was great, but they usually had to plan

it, pick a time and a spot, then hurry up. That morning, he hadn’t planned it, expected it or even imagined it could have

happened the way it did. He’d been fucked by Jason’s sister while their mother was home, and as it turned out, she hadn’t

even been asleep.

He had walked into the kitchen, and there she was sipping coffee . It scared him, but he stood there talking to Becky’s

mother, knowing he’d just had sex with her daughter. How close had they been to getting caught in the act?

As he got more comfortable in Ms. Mary’s presence, a strange boldness started to manifest. He deliberately conjured up

images of Becky’s crotch lowering on his erection, challenging Ms. Mary to read his mind. The only way he could explain

what it was like would be to say, it was like the moment in Groundhog Day when Bill Murray realized it didn’t matter what

he did because tomorrow morning it wouldn’t have happened. He could have said, “I just fucked Becky,” and it wouldn’t have

mattered what her mother said. He thought he was going to get a hard on right there in front of Ms. Mary.

Evan had gotten away with a major impropriety. He should have been satisfied, relaxed and ready to rest, but he lay there

on his back, reliving the moment his dick finally broke through the tight ring at the mouth of Becky’s pussy and slid up

into her body. He gasped when her hot body surrounded his cock head. Sex is addictive, he thought, especially risky,

dangerous sex with someone you shouldn’t be having sex with. That’s probably why people have affairs.

He wasn’t a better person because of what he’d done, but for the moment, he didn’t care. He closed his eyes and ignored

his morals for now, anyway. There would be plenty more opportunities to “do the right thing”, as his father always told

him.

He was really going to have to focus on the tumbler now because Becky was off limits for him. Once was enough, wasn’t it?

Jason held his face in both hands and squeezed. My sinuses are probably filled with all that dirt I breathed in

last night, he thought. He rubbed his itchy eyes and looked over at the empty cot. Evan wasn’t there, and he was glad

because he needed a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. Once should have been enough.

The thing that happened in the kitchen with Becky wasn’t supposed to happen again. He knew if it did, they’d end up

falling back into their old ways. If that happened, eventually they would get careless and busted. Hadn’t that already

happened?

Becky caught him totally off guard; he was weak and horny when he came out of the shower. She came out of her room and

walked right into him. He was wearing a towel; she had her hair in pigtails. In that instant, Becky reminded him of Billy

Joe. If he could just date Becky’s blonde doppelganger, then he wouldn’t be tempted by Becky. Fuckin’ ticket girl! He

hadn’t even been able to get Billy Joe’s phone number.

After what Becky had done in the kitchen, he should have recognized it as one of her staged, “Oops, I didn’t know you were

up,” moments. Hadn’t he? That’s probably why he didn’t give himself time to think. They hadn’t even closed her door, and

she was on her knees sucking him off; it was amazing. His sister gave head like her initials should be BJ. She seemed to

get off on doing a great job, and taking a ridiculous amount of cock down her throat. He came quickly and hurried to his

room. He was grateful he hadn’t fucked her. He wouldn’t do that. Thank God mom is home today.

Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Memorial Day, he thought. He wished school ended after Memorial day so they could get an

extra holiday, like his Yankee cousins. They were still out of school in August. Stay focused, he told himself. Becky is

dangerous, and Tuesday, when their mother went back to work, he wouldn’t be safe. He wondered if that really mattered to

him as much as he thought.

“Evan!” His body was jolted by the sound of Deana’s voice, “Evan!”

Evan opened his eyes and tried to understand what was happening, but he didn’t even know what day it was and hardly knew

where he was. Deana’s tone wasn’t friendly, that was clear. Could she know he had been fucking her best friend in his

dream? Why was she sitting on him with that look on her face? “Dammit, Evan,” she said, and waved something.

He waited a few more seconds and took it all in. Her knees were against his sides, spurring him. His sister was wearing a

button up flannel shirt, unbuttoned at the top, but secured from her breast to her crotch, thankfully hiding everything he

didn’t want to see. What was she waving at him? “Deana, why are you sitting on me?”

“Because,” she said, and held a Seventeen magazine in front of his face. “I know boys have to do gross things, but oh my

god, don’t you have something better to look at when you do it?”

Somehow his brain instantly knew what she was talking about and his cheeks flushed. “Dee, I can explain.” He couldn’t, but

he needed to say something. Really, he needed to make her move because what was happening would be far more embarrassing

than what happened to her magazine.

“Go on, explain,” she said. “This ought to be good.”

“I wasn’t looking at it,” he said. Shit, if she gets up now she’s gonna see it and know for sure what a pervert I am.

“Pervert!” She straightened up and put more weight on his groin. “Lucky I found it and not Gloria or mom.”

“Would that be more embarrassing?” he said. “Could it be?”

“Um, not sure, I’ve never had anything this embarrassing happen to me.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I swear, I didn’t do what you think.”

She looked at the magazine, then back at him. “I’m sure you did do…what I think.”

“But not––”

“Don’t let it happen again,” his sister said.

After another painful second, Deana lifted her left leg and rotated on her right knee so her back was to him, then she was

on her feet. There were less acrobatic maneuvers she could have used to get off the bed, but he hadn’t been paying

attention. He had more important things to worry about. He quickly rolled on his side before she turn towards him. “Dee,

you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”

“And give up the best leverage you’ve ever given me? No, definitely not. One day I’ll need something from you.”

“Great.”

Deana walked to the door, turned back, and said, “See yah.”

After the door closed, he carefully returned to his previous position and looked at the sheet where his cock bulged. Even

with the evidence right there in front of his eyes, he found it hard to believe his sister could have intentionally sat on

his dick. The discolored circle was halfway down his shaft. He smelled it, then tasted it. Deana had been wet! What was

she wearing under that shirt, or not wearing? His brain swirled with all the possibilities. He expected to be seeking,

“Immediate medical attention,” in four hours.

Just when he thought his mother’s red panties, Miss Tonya and Becky were the height of ridiculously bizarre, Deana had

doubled-down. Why wasn’t she reading him like she always seemed to? Didn’t she understand how much he wanted to break the

rule that he swore he’d never break? It was dangerous to play with fire.

Maybe one evil thought did open the door to worse? Deana closed her bedroom door and leaned her back against it,

like she could hold the demons outside. It was the same position she’d taken after listening outside the bathroom door

while her brother jerked off, except the evil forces had gained strength. Her breathing was too fast and she shook,

trembled really, envisioning the hard bulge. When she sat up straight, it crushed her sensitive pussy and her lips spread.

Her brother’s stiff cock had touched the inside of her body.

Curiosity, that’s all it was, she told herself. It wasn’t like it really touched me, there was a sheet between us. She

threw herself on the bed and started crying. Who was she kidding?

When she barged into Evan’s room, she was disgusted by the crusty deposit on her magazine, but before she could unload on

him, a movement caught her attention. She moved to the edge of the bed and stared. Her brother’s penis was growing,

lifting the sheet, like he sensed her presence and wanted her the way she needed him. Her mind betrayed her and told her

what to do. Her heart started racing as she removed her shorts and underwear. She was soaked before she was on him. When

she sat, he felt bigger than he had under her foot. Why didn’t her body know Evan was flesh and blood, and dry up like a

desert?

What if he finds my shorts and panties under his bed? Her body jerked with a sob as she hugged her pillow. Evan loved her

the way she loved him, she could feel that. She could also feel how much he wanted her, and how hard he was fighting it.