Potential – part 30 by BiStander

Potential – part 30 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. . . , Potential

by Bistander

Chapter 30

Playing with Fire

***** If you haven’t already read this chapter, IGNORE this message. For those who have, I’m sorry that I had to make major changes. You should read it again, but if you don’t you’ll notice that stuff which already happened in this chapter is happening again in chapter 31, except it has been changed drastically. That’s why I moved it forward, to make sure you had to read it.

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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 to cuddle. It reminded him of 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.

“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, but that’s not why. We talked about this. Dad’s gonna be home soon, and you don’t wanna hurt . . . ah, hurt Gloria.”

Evan sighed. “I know, 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 sharp burst of air, squeezed her lips together, and blew out. Her cheeks puffed, then her lips squeaked. “I don’t know, Evan, I don’t know, and that bothers me.”

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

“Mmmm . . . ah, 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 his 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? Deana said, “Thanks for the ride,” leaned over, grabbed his 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.

Rebecca said, “That’s fuckin’ hot.”

Deana pulled away, fell back on her seat, and said, “See ya.” She opened the door and pointed. “Nice boner.”

Evan turned, and the tumbler’s face was right there. The girl had a mouth like Aidra Fox’s, and they shared that same expression. No matter how sweet and innocent Rebecca presented herself, there was always that underlying suggestive smirk. The tumbler’s mouth changed shapes; racy-decadence appeared, and her hand tightened on the back of his neck, pulling him into her kiss. Mm, he wished he could be Deana for a day. Rebecca bit his lip, then soothed it with her tongue. Thump, the passenger door closed. Rebecca pulled away and whispered, “Later,” while nodding her head, suggestively.

Oh, they are up to something, he thought and watched the girls walk, hip to hip, Deana’s hand on Rebecca’s ass, caressing. They stopped at the front door, glanced his way, and started making out. “Sonofabitch!”

Evan loved to watch teenage girls kiss on YouTube, and often found it more exciting than porn because nobody was getting paid to act. They were girls who could potentially go to his school. He would watch their faces, thinking about what motivated them. It could have been on a dare, or for attention, or solely for the shock-value? Whatever their reason, in his mind, someone always got more than they bargained for. Two innocent girls, both supposedly with the same agenda, but one seems more prepared. The other might giggle and shy away, yet she is surprised by how her body responded. Her friend’s lips turned her on. She received the other girl’s tongue, and suddenly whatever it had been at the start, frightens and excites her. The camera is shut off, and they stare with questioning eyes, neither wanting to be the one who misread the other. Don’t they both want more?

Maybe that was all in Evan’s mind, and the truth was, if it wasn’t him, they should only kiss other girls? Or, was that feeling reserved for his sisters and Candy? God, I love kissing them, Evan thought. It was beyond the secrecy, fear, and taboo. The loving passion they shared was probably never going to be matched by another girl. Sure, Becky’s kisses induced an animalistic lust, and he suspected Darlene or some other girl could create those feelings as well, but never what he had with Deana, Gloria, and Candy. He definitely did not want them kissing another guy. That would be a problem, wouldn’t it?

Rebecca pulled away from Deana, turned, and gave him a lewd smile. Deana’s coy smirk made him think it had been pay-back for locking Candy’s door. They waved, and Rebecca dragged Deana in the house. Lust chemicals coursed through his veins, setting his mind ablaze. He tugged at his shorts, knowing he wasn’t in the right state of mind for what he had to do next.

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Other than the ceramic plate Deana made in her 7th-grade pottery class, which held a pile of napkins, the kitchen table was clear. Candy sat with her back to the door, staring at the empty chair at the other end of the table, John’s chair. Soon Sally’s car would come up the driveway, and her big sister would climb out in front of his cameras. It felt like years had passed since Tech advance install the security system.

Candy closed her eyes and pictured Evan that night, hurrying in for dinner, still pulling a shirt over his wet hair after his father yelled for him. She was furious about John’s monitoring system. He could track her every move, see who came and went, and make sure she didn’t see Cindy again. The cameras were another nail in the box he kept her in.

Now, without anger overwhelming her, Candy remembered things that didn’t register that night. There had been a moment, a secret exchange of affection between Evan and Gloria. Candy saw it in her daughter’s eyes. Then, Evan spotted the button that came loose on her blouse. He was staring; Candy knew that, so why did she do it? Resting her breasts on the edge of the table and twisting while reaching for the cheese had been intentional, but was it a childish fuck you, John, or something else? In her subconscious mind, had she wanted to excite Evan, inflame the boy’s growing lust for her?

Evan’s reaction was predictable and expected, but Candy hadn’t anticipated the stiff nipples and warm moisture that formed between her legs. When looking back, it’s easy to build a case based on what had previously been a string of split-second thoughts and feelings and tiny moments in time filled with subtle hints. Now, Candy had the evidence, knew where and when it all started, and what it led to, but had she known along the way what would happen next?

Candy opened her eyes and glanced out the bay window, hoping Sally would be there. Too bad, she thought, and answered her question, “Yes, I saw it coming.” She knew Deana wanted Evan and that eventually, he would take his sister’s virginity. Although getting to watch it happen had been a life-altering surprise. The sight of Evan’s magnificent cock cutting into Deana’s beautiful body flipped a switch in Candy’s subconscious mind that sent her back in time, mentally and emotionally. It also made it easier to justify her behavior.

All that insight, Candy thought, and I wasn’t prepared for Cindy. Could she have stopped it if she knew what Cindy was going to do? No, the fortitude and moral character required to resist Cindy’s love weren’t what Candy was made of. What they shared had been molten lava. It was only a matter of time before it burned through Candy’s denial. Even dozens of poundings from Evan’s cock couldn’t have prevented the eruption Cindy’s kiss caused that night at the race track. An image of Cindy’s intense, dark stare, and the way the teenager forcefully took her in the stall, made Candy’s face hot. If she had it to do over again, Candy would have gone back to Cindy before Evan happened.

Candy wanted Evan, needed him, had enjoyed every second with him, and she loved him deeply. Still, the boy didn’t deserve the confusing mood swings and the conflict of her on and off desires. The night before, she made Evan fuck her like an animal, then shunned him this morning. He probably thought it had something to do with the way he violently took her from behind, but it didn’t. She pressed her hands to her face. Damn, I need to do something, Candy thought, I can’t just sit here with my thoughts and wait for Sally.