Potential - S01 E76

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Potential - S01 E76

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Introduction:

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.

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.

Potential by Bistander

Chapter 76

Lines are Drawn to be Crossed

Jason came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His shaved balls tingled. He was just as horny now as he'd been before losing his virginity, except now he was on the other side of the line he'd drawn-he'd done the one thing he told himself he'd never do. That was a lie he'd been telling himself. Once he was inside Becky, he knew he'd always expected it to happen. Of course he had, why else would he have pushed Evan so hard towards Deana? One morsel of justification was all he needed, and Evan cumming in both of his sister's underwear was enough. You can't smell your sister's pussy while you're beating off and not want to fuck her. He knew under the right circumstances Evan would be inside Deana or Gloria just as fast as he would.

Technically, he hadn't crossed that line; Becky had dragged him over it and there had been no decision for him to make. His decision making started when he got up that morning. Don't do it again, or do it?

He probably hadn't been born with morals, but if he had, they were licked off his balls by that dog. Fear of being caught by his mother had been his only restraint. Where had that fear gone? When he sat down at the table with her, it had been there. He watched her and challenged her to see his guilt, but she didn't see any. That's when he realized he hadn't been seeing clearly. His vision had been blurred by a guilty conscience. For years he hadn't even noticed his mother's body or the way she looked at him. Fucking Becky had opened his eyes. He thought about the look on his mother's face when she walked in on him and Becky. Horrified, yes, but not at first. Hadn't she waited until his cock stopped spurting cum before she said anything?

All those times he masturbated while she approached, he assumed he'd been amazingly lucky that he hadn't been caught. He thought about the times she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. He had been so shocked and embarrassed, but his mother waited a long time to even cross her arms over her chest. There were towels hanging at arms reach. No scream, no demand for him to close the door. Had she been trying to tell him something?

Damn, Becky's room was still empty. He should have jerked off in the shower. How could his sister not be there the morning after they finally had sex?

The thought made him feel stupid. He couldn't start acting like she was his girlfriend or he'd ruin a great opportunity. What could be better for two homy teenagers than living under the same roof? Only one thing in his mind, but he was trying not to think about that.

He walked past his room and went out the back door onto the patio, still wearing a towel. I've never beat off out here during the day, he thought, that might settle me down. His neighbors could see him, but only if they went far enough in their backyard to see around the tall hedges that lined both sides of the patio. They were never home during the day, anyway. It was a rush thinking about getting caught.

Jason sat down and placed his hands on his lap. He parted his

legs enough to feel his dick under the towel. There was a chain link fence around their yard, but anybody could walk through the gate by the driveway. It was probably even open. Maybe Becky would come home and catch him?

His thoughts made his cock start to grow, but he kept it concealed. The idea of getting caught masturbating was exciting, but actually getting caught by almost anybody other than Becky would simply be humiliating. Even if it was Becky he'd still be embarrassed. The UPS guy or a kid from the neighborhood could walk back there. His dick got stiff, and he started to peel back the towel.

Deana looked at Rebecca and said, "What?"

"I said, 'Rebecca waited for the rumble from Cindy's car to fade -"it's hard to believe that you aren't sisters. You look alike, act the same and even sound like each other. Oh, and she's gorgeous, too."

"I used to spend a lot more time around her...when I was little, growing up, so I probably started acting like her. It's a little weird, though, when I see myself in her."

"Did you notice the way she looked at me when she said, 'Ya'll have fun...lots of fun.?"

"No."

"Yes you did and just like you, Cindy's face, her smirk, said a whole lot more."

"It wasn't anything."

Rebecca's grip on her arm reminded Deana how strong the pint- sized gymnast was. She was very perceptive, too. "Dee, you didn't?"

It was impossible to lie to Rebecca. "No, I didn't, but I did...sort of.

"You did or you didn't, and I know you did," Rebecca said. "We agreed-

"It's cool, I swear it is. She's going to be a psychologist, and she'd never tell and she told me she's done it. I had to tell her, she knew anyway."

"How could she know?"

"She just did. She knew something was bothering me. It's like she was reading my mind and I had to."