A literotic sexstories: Potential Part 23 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.
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Potential
by Bistander
Chapter 23
Who’s in Control?
When Evan woke up, he couldn’t remember where he was, but his body was sore. Jason’s,
I’m at Jason, he thought. His bladder told him what to think next. He got up, stretched four
different ways, and started toward the door. He saw Jason sleeping and stopped. Was that a
dream?
It wasn’t a dream. On his way to the bathroom, Evan thought about the different
expressions on Becky’s face. She had been performing for him, but Jason had tried to keep her
quiet. Apparently, Jason didn’t want him to know about his incestuous relationship. Who
would, other than a crazy, impulsive, nymphomaniac like Becky.
Evan took a long whiz. It was too early to be thinking so hard, but he had to, so he splashed
cold water on his face. That wasn’t Jason and Becky’s first time, and Becky didn’t care if he
knew that Jason fucked her. That meant she probably wouldn’t care if Jason knew that he
fucked her, too. Jeez, no wonder Jason wanted him to fuck Deana or Gloria. Two wrongs make
a right. Or did it just make your wrong feel right?
If they spoke openly about sister fucking, he might feel compelled to tell Jason about Candy.
Mother fucking was worse, though, at least for him. Jason’s mother would freak out, for sure,
but she couldn’t divorce her kids, and there was no chance she would kill either of them. He
needed time to figure out how to handle this with Jason. It wasn’t the right time to talk incest.
He didn’t need any advice or encouragement from someone without a conscience. Why not
keep the whole thing a big secret? That’s what they had been doing anyway.
The early morning drive home from Sally’s house could have been compared to what a
teenage girl would experience if she lied to her parents about whose house she spent the
night at, so she could be with a boy, except Candy had never done that. She had a secret
boyfriend, but Bobby lived in the same trailer with her. All they had to do was not get caught
fucking. At least my mother never caught me and Sally, Candy thought.
By the time Candy was fourteen, she was a full-time nanny with a baby in her belly. Before
she turned fifteen, she was a mother. Sally was right; Candy never got to grow up. She hadn’t
been able to enjoy her teenage years of impulsive, irresponsible behavior. No wonder it had
been so easy for Candy to have an affair.
The eight years between Candy and Cindy was significant when Cindy was seven and Candy
was fifteen, but even then, Cindy was mature. Candy loved her step-niece and enjoyed her
company. Subconsciously, Candy related to Cindy better than anyone else in her life, even
though she was often left with charge over Cindy, Deana, Evan, and Gloria.
When Cindy turned fourteen, she was already beautiful, independent, and wily. She saw
Candy as a friend, mentor, and confidant. Candy got to hear all the things Cindy’s parents didn’t
know. Cindy looked to Candy for advice, while Candy lived vicariously through her niece.
Sometime after Cindy turned fifteen, there was a rift between John and his sister, Julia, and
her husband, JC. It was some family shit that Candy wasn’t let in on. Cindy stopped coming to
the house. The separation changed their relationship even though Cindy still called Candy.
Once Cindy had her driver’s license, she started showing up at Evan or Deana’s ballgames,
and at Evan’s go-kart races; if John wasn’t there. Cindy had changed dramatically during those
months of separation. She had become a no-nonsense, sixteen-year-old who didn’t relate or
socialize with her peers. Her focus was kick-boxing and racing, yet she still excelled in school.
She was determined—driven—and ready to kick ass if anybody got in her way. The girl was
gorgeous, strong, and scary at times.
Cindy and Candy began to relate as friends, equals. They’d go out to eat after the kid’s
events. Occasionally, they’d end up being by themselves. It should have been awkward or
challenged Candy’s status as the adult, but it didn’t.
There had been a thunderstorm that afternoon, and Evan’s go-kart race had to wait for the
track to dry. Candy received a text from Cindy, “I’m working. Why not hit the beach?” Candy
told Evan she was going to do some shopping and made the short drive to the public beach,
where Cindy was a lifeguard.
Cindy’s shift ended right after Candy arrived at the beach. “I figured you’d be bored waiting
for his race,” Cindy told her. “Wanna get something to eat?”
If the psychological rush Candy received when she lied to Evan hadn’t been ignored, Candy
wouldn’t have been at the beach. But Candy was at the beach, and her body physically
responded when she saw the olive complexioned lifeguard in that Baywatch style swimsuit. That
should have told Candy not to go in the change room with Cindy.
Women change in front of each other all the time; Candy told herself when her niece
peeled the red material down her torso. She stared, wondering why the teenager didn’t turn
away. Cindy’s breasts were firm, and her nipples were dark-drown rings that faded to a
pinkish-brown at their centers. Her stomach rippled with strength as she shifted her hips and
slid the bathing suit over them. A black triangle of pubic hair made Candy sigh.
Cindy retrieved the swimsuit with her foot, putting her crotch on display. Neither of them
said anything. Cindy stood still with the red material dangling from her hand. Candy took two
steps before hitting a force field of absolutes. She reminded herself that Cindy was the
sixteen-year-old daughter of her husband’s sister. Sixteen-year-old girls laugh at absolutes.
Cindy crashed through Candy’s wall of integrity, and Candy welcomed the naked teenager with
open arms. It was the most meaningful and passionate kiss Candy had since the first time Sally
kissed her.
During the months that followed, their covert rendezvous increased, as did Candy’s
indiscretion. If their caution had kept pace with their lovemaking, Candy imagined they’d still
be under the covers. Instead, she had to agree to never see Cindy again in exchange for John’s
silence. Why was she still talking to Cindy?
Dirty secrets, danger, and illicit behavior were in Candy’s DNA. That’s what made her feel
alive. How could it not after that stormy night? A young, scared girl saw her mother in the
flashes of lightning on her hands and knees, naked. That had confused her until she made the
connection to what dogs did. Daddy was fucking Mommy, doggy style, on the living room floor
while the kids slept on the couch. Except it hadn’t been her father. Candy never told a soul, but
she knew her brother had been the one fucking their mother that night.
After throwing on a T-shirt and shorts, Evan quietly collected his stuff and slipped out of
Jason’s room. Out in the hallway, he noticed Becky’s door was now partially open. He knew
better, but he looked in, anyway. Becky was standing in front of that odd, antique mirror just
like the last time he spent the night. He would have turned and walked away, except she had
taken his advice and angled the mirror so she could catch him peeking. They made eye contact.
She smiled.
The kittens were still wrestling on the front of her pajama top, but her pigtails were gone.
She lifted her arms and brushed her hair. The action caused her shirt to rise and fall. The sight
her small butt playing peek-a-boo intrigued Evan.
“You gonna say something or just stand there staring?”
“What, ah, why did you do that?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
He waited until he was close, looking over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror, then
he said, “You know what I mean. You knew I was awake.”
Becky faked a surprised expression and put her hand over her open mouth. “Oh no, you
watched us?”
“Stop playing dumb. You knew. Does Jason know?”
Becky tilted her head quizzically. “I know you knew, but you wanna know if Jason knows?”
It was just like when she used to be Jason’s annoying little sister, except now, Evan wanted
to fuck her to death, rather than choke her. “Tell me, does he know I know?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. You should ask him if he knows I know you know.”
“Jeez, never mind,” he said. “Does it bother you, you know, that he’s—”
“My brother?”
“Yeah, he’s your brother.”
“Nah, we don’t kiss and all that, like me and you do. It’s just sex.”
“He’s still your brother. That’s—”
“Incest,” Becky said with wide eyes. “Yeah, and that makes it more exciting, but it’s still just
sex.”
He stared at her mouth. “How did you do that?”
Becky grinned proudly. “Do what?”
“You know what I mean, Jason, he’s big.”
The hairbrush bounced on the carpet as Becky reached behind her. She found his thighs
and moved up. “You think you got a twig?” she asked and handled him like a blind person
trying to identify someone’s face. “I was sore the rest of the day after you did what you did to
me at the ballpark.”
“What I did? You’re the one—” He shook his head. “Never mind. Jason’s huge.”
“I guess, but he never gets rock hard the way you do.” She squeezed his growing cock. “And
he doesn’t fuck me the way you do. You killed me both times.”
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