Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66

Introduction:

”A teenage boy's normal struggles with growing up are complicated by his pom brain and pantie fetish, or at least that's what he thinks. There might be more to the story.

About the author, Bistander:

I started writing because my regular life fell apart. I was already paralyzed, but the wheels came off the train because of a woman and I had to start over. Unfortunately, I grew up with a severe learning disability that went untreated, so not only do I have a lot to learn, there's a limit to how much I can do. I hope you won't hold any of that against me, nor will you excuse poor writing because of it. I welcome and am motivated by your feed back."

About the story, Potential:

"Not all of the events actually happened, many of them didn't happen the way they are portrayed, but all of them are based on true, real life events that I know about and or participated in. All of the characters are based on actual people, none of them me, even if some of my personality shows up in them. That just happens."

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Potential by Bistander

Chapter 66: Sweet Almond Massage

When Evan got out of bed, it was too early considering how tired he felt. The hours he'd been in bed weren't restful. He'd either been dreaming about what happened or half awake thinking about it. What made him think Deana hadn't done the same thing?

The thing that happened last night was spontaneous. They were two horny teenagers and they got carried away. Sure there was something special between them, and that complicated things, but he knew it was wrong and it could never happen again. He wasnit sure that was the way Deana saw it, but she was smart enough to know things would get really weird between them if they had sex. There was no way they could live under the same roof after. They'd either want to do it all the time, he would; or one of them would end up dating someone, then the other would be hurt. It wasn't like they could date each other. Plus, it would be almost impossible to hide it for long. If their father found out he'd kill him, and even if they didn't get caught, their mother would sense things were strange between them. Things were already strange.

Deana might have acted impulsively for reasons he didn't comprehend, but he went to her while she was in the shower. What did he think was going to happen?

Downstairs in the bathroom, Evan saw that Deana hadn't even put her clothes in the hamper after her shower. He stared at the gray sweatpants and shirt, no underwear. He picked up the pants. Every part of him that was still sane told him not to. That's what started all your problems in the first place, he thought, then he pressed the crotch of her sweatpants to his nose.

The first mowed lawn of the season, the air after a thunderstorm, hot asphalt on a summer day, and now, forever in his mind, the smell of his sister's climax. He inhaled deeply and pictured the glisten in Deana's eyes and the glow on her face as she came. He had caused his own sister to have an orgasm and now he knew exactly what it smelled like.

An abduction by sex starved aliens was starting to be more believable than everything that was happening to him. He needed to put time between him and what happened before he faced Deana again. At least my boner for mom is on the back burner now.

Jason awoke from a dream. It was the same dream he'd been having for years, in one form or another. He reached for his dick. He wanted to hold it while he tried to go back into fantasy land. That was the only place he'd been able to lose his virginity.

His eyes snapped open and he flung the sheet back.

There was a crusty layer covering his cock. A surge of adrenaline wiped his brain of any sleepiness. What he thought had been his reoccurring dream had actually been reality. He wasn't a virgin anymore. He had lost his cherry to his sister.

The scene replayed in his mind. It should have disturbed him, but he was reliving all the sensations that went along with sex, and they felt good. The blow jobs had been awesome, a hundred times better than jerking off, even if a dog was licking his asshole, but the inside of a girl's pussy-Fucking had been better than he imagined, and he had a great imagination.

The physical sense of pleasure had been Earth shattering, but opening his eyes from a sound sleep to see Becky's skinny body perched on the head of his cock, then dropping down and taking him inside her, that was mind altering. Having sex for the first time changed you, but getting fucked by your sister changed everything. His world was different now and it could never go back to the way it had been.

Jason had never been jealous when he heard things about Becky at school, but now he wished he could have been her first, too. He'd never tell her she was his. How was he going to live with Becky and not hurt his mother again? Becky wouldn't make it easy. He put on boxers and a T-shirt, then went to find her.

At Miss Tonya's house, Evan was disappointed that her car wasn't in the driveway. That meant she probably took Jayda to the same special practice his mother had taken Gloria to. He wouldn't get to catch anybody tanning in the nude. Jayda was all show and tell, and tease. Too bad, he thought, she would have been a great distraction. That was exactly what he needed, a huge distraction. Something bigger than sex with Becky. Of course, nothing short of finding Miss Tonya tanning naked on the other side of the gate, ready to fuck his brains out, was going to distract him from what happened with Deana.

The gate's latch clicked when he grabbed the handle, but it didn't unhook and let the gate swing open. He stared at it for a few seconds, then started walking towards the woods at the back of the property. Even though Miss Tonya wasn't home, and she wouldn't be naked in the backyard, he regressed to years earlier. Jason and hirm used to walk their neighborhood after dark, hoping to peek in someone's window. On earth they never got to see a naked woman, but on planet Fucked Up Shit, there was potential.

He eased through the underbrush until he could see the back of the shed. The act of being sneaky was exhilarating. He sidestepped, trying not to make a sound, like he was actually going to catch Jayda and her mother sunbathing nude. That was stupid, but still exciting, in a childish way. He moved a branch like a spy

and peeked through the bush.

At Gloria's practice, Candy sat on the top row of the bleachers

waiting for Tonya to show up. She knew airing her dirty laundry

was not something she could do, but if she was going to talk to anyone, it would be Tonya. She was the only person who saw her facade. Still, Tonya didn't know the depth of her deception, and Candy didn't intend to tell her about the fight she had with John. Knowing I can is enough, she told herself.

Candy saw a boy poke his friend and point, then the group was whispering and giggling. Tonya's backside was the object of the boy's fascination. Candy smiled and watched the woman climb the bleachers. Tonya's yoga pants were stretched tight over the bulge at her crotch and It reminded Candy of the stupid rhymes the boys would say on the playground. Their cruelty was often directed at her. She hoped she had done a better job helping Gloria cope with elementary school than her mother had for her. Names hurt as much as sticks and stones as far as she was concerned.

Tonya huffed and took a seat next to her. "Did you have to sit all the way up here?"

"Sorry," she said with a smirk, and pointed. "Those boys loved watching you climb up here. Wow, I wouldn't dare wear those outside."

"Candy, if I had a body like yours, I'd show it off every chance I got. Those boys would be having wet dreams if they saw you in yoga pants."

Candy dropped her face and bit her lip. She wasn't allowed to draw attention to herself in public. "Thanks, but-"

"I know, John would kill you if you went out in something that made you look good. I'd still do it," Tonya said. "We only have so many years before these things start losing their appeal. I'm going to make the most of that time and you should too."

The sob caught her by surprise. When she realized it had come from her, the tears started flowing, but it wasn't the truth of Tonya's words that set them off. Neither had the memory of the burning pain or the humiliation of having her hair pulled or the degrading act she was forced to perform. Those things were par for the course, and she'd given up crying about them. Why was she crying now?

For years she'd accepted her powerless and helpless state. John didn't love her, he owned her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. That was reality and she was doing what she needed to do for her daughter, and John's kids.

They all needed her and that had always been enough to keep her going.

There was no point in hoping for more because hope was the enemy of acceptance, it agitated a peaceful balance like too many clothes on one side of the washing machine.