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Potential - S01 E125

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Potential - S01 E125

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 125

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.

Hello readers, welcome to another installment of debauchery.

Leave helpful comments about the story and let me know if you see errors.

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Potential by Bistander

Chapter 16 Nothing to Prove

The next morning, Evan awoke refreshed from the dead sleep the previous day's hard labor brought on. Tonight, he would be in Cindy's car, doing hot laps. That was something to be excited about, so why was he still in bed, staring at the celling?

His mother never missed a go-cart race, and it didn't matter where he finished, she always hugged him like he had won. She would want to be at the racetrack when he drove, but because of his father, he had to keep it a secret. That's why he was still in bed, he wanted Deana to come upstairs and convince him that their mother needed to know and she would be able to help him deal with their father. Truthfully, Evan pictured Deana laying at his side, trying to convince him that kissing her was safe. It wasn't. The night before, Deana had wanted him as much as he wanted her. The problem was, Deana could compartmentalize her feelings, but he'd be all in, head-over-heels in love with her, just like he used to be. He might be able to get away with driving Dale's car, but he had no chance of keeping an ongoing love affair under wraps while living in the same house.

It's time to get this show on the road, he thought and got out of bed. Doing hot laps wasn't racing, but pressing the pedal down on eight-hundred horsepower was like kissing Deana-the most terrifying thing he could fall in love with. He made a vow, Deana's lips are off limits.

Downstairs, the house was exceptionally quiet. After peeing and brushing his teeth, Evan passed Deana and Gloria's rooms, both empty. Gloria hadn't come upstairs to remind him about her game. She might need more time to get over having his cock head Jammed into her crotch. At least the thing with Jayda had been worked out, sort of. He needed to avoid her. There was no telling how she would act. Jeez, there was no telling how he would act. Fucking Jayda was incredible, and he'd do it again if he got a chance. Sex was easy, he could do it ten times a day and enjoy it every time if love wasn't involved. Though being in love with Stacey hadn't been complicated, and the sex was great, too.

The kitchen light was off, but before he flipped the switch, Evan saw Deana. She was in a daze, staring into the sink with a towel on her head and one around her body. It would be immature, but he didn't know how else to break the ice. Plus, it would serve her right for wearing a towel that barely reached the bottom of her butt cheeks. His mother busted him ever time he stepped out of the bathroom, yet Deana walked around the house like that.

He was close enough to touch her and about to shout, "Boo," when he noticed how long her neck seemed without the cloak of black hair. It was narrow and delicate. He grabbed her by the shoulders, but she didn't do her pathetic fear dance. She said, "Nice try, but you came down the stairs like a caveman."

"Oh," he said, still holding her. She smelled wonderful, and her neck was inviting his lips to touch it. He reached around her body, pressed his forearms into her stomach and pulled her against him. It wasn't her lips, so it wouldn't actually be kissing. His head bowed forward, and his rationalization backfired. How could anything be so soft and make him feel so good? He kissed the top of her shoulder, moved to the curve of her neck, then nibbled that tender flesh below her ear. Her head rolled forward and to the side. A low murmur rose from her throat.

Deana turned halfway, looked up and licked her lips. He closed his eyes and let it happen. Instantly, their passion was beyond what he was prepared to handle. He tightened his hold and lifted her into the kiss. How was he supposed to let her go?

The compressor cycled off, and the refrigerator went quiet. It was like he had just emerged from a dream and the only sound was their excited panting. "Ah, Deana." He opened his eyes, and his sister was already staring at him. The look in her eyes wasn't one he was familiar with, and it didn't make him comfortable. "No, no more kissing."

He let her go and stepped back. Deana reached for him, and her towel fell. She didn't try to catch it. The image of Deana's pink, cotton-puff nipples, erecting and turning a fiery, red scarred his brain. His eyes followed her stomach down to the hairless mound between her hips. The smooth flesh swelled on each side of the slice that cut across her pubic bone. His knees were weak.

"You look like you've never seen a naked girl before."

Her voice snapped him out of the trance, and he stopped imagining he was kissing his way down her body. "I haven't, um, haven't ever seen anything so-" He stopped himself and looked around. It would be so easy to let it happen, and the most powerful thing he'd ever experience. Nobody would know, except them. "I mean I've never seen my sister naked." It would change their lives forever.

"I've seen you naked."

"That's when we were kids," he said. "We're not supposed to see each other, or kiss. I can't kiss you anymore." He picked up the towel and pushed it at her. "Cover that."

"Don't you like it?" Deana asked, and took her time fastening the towel around her body.

"That's the problem, I do... like it, too much."

"I don't mind," she said. "You can kiss me anytime you want."

"No, you don't understand how it is for me."

"Yes, yes, Evan, do. I like it...like you kissing me. It makes me happy

"But it's not right. It's not supposed to happen."

"Says who?"

He didn't care whose rule it was, he wanted her, but he'd have to move out of the house if it happened. It wouldn't be possible for him to resist touching her, all the time. "Everybody, everybody knows it...it isn't supposed to happen."

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