Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 141

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. If this is your first chapter of Potentail, I encourage you to start from chapter 1. You'll enjoy it more that way.

Chapter 141

The truth will set you free

Deana's day was ending the way it started, in disappointment, but she only wasted a minute sulking about what happened in the hallway, then eased back into bed.

"Well, what happened?" Rebecca asked and rolled on her back next to Deana. "That didn't take long enough."

"What are you talking about?"

"Evan, I thought you left to go find Evan?"

"Rebecca!"

"I thought after this morning, you'd make sure it happened. Did you change your mind? You don't want him to be your first, anymore?"

"It's midnight."

"So, isn't that why you snuck out?"

"I didn't sneak out," Deana said. "I had to pee. I was being quiet, so I didn't wake you, that's all."

"And you just happened to have to pee when Evan finished showering."

"No, I had to go before that, but he was in the shower, so I had to wait. And I didn't go when he finished, I waited a few minutes."

"You chickened out."

"Reb, this is a big deal."

"Huge!"

"That's right, huge. Maybe reality hit. He's my brother. It's not like we can have a relationship. Everybody knows he's my brother. Shit, we're twins."

"Dee, what's really bugging you?' Rebecca asked. "I saw you kick Teddy. Are you scared?"

"No."

"It's normal, even if he wasn't your brother, but you said you want your first time to be with somebody you really, really love, and you don't want to wait."

"Okay, so I'm nervous," she said. "Let's not talk about it anymore... Today has already been a letdown, and it's late."

Rebecca sighed. "Okay."

"Thanks, Reb. I love you."

'Prove it, kiss me."

Deana felt her tension ease. She put her hand on Rebecca's stomach. "Hey!" She felt around under the covers. "What happen to your PJs?"

"I took them off."

She considered the situation for a second, then said, "We can't cuddle like this."

"I know," Rebecca sald.

Deana pushed her cotton pants down, kicked them off and removed her top; then she threw them. "Now we can cuddle."

"Baby, you can spoon me all night."

"Mm, you're so good to me," she said.

"Friends with awesome benefits." Rebecca got on her side and wiggled back into the silky curves of Deana's body.

Deana put her arm around Rebecca's waist and slipped her thigh between Rebecca's. A soothing peace warmed her heart, and a tear trickled from her eye. She had fallen for the tumbler in a bad way.

The last summer vacation of Evan's high school years was the one he expected the most out of. Making out with Deana in front of Rebecca had kicked it off with a bang. Did that foretell of or pave the path to this?

If his mother hadn't stopped him, he would have had her ass in his hands, and he would have been ramming his cock into her crotch when Deana opened her door. Shit, if his sister hadn't interrupted them, he would have fucked Candy right there without regard for anything or anyone. His father, who lurked around in the night, had been home. What if he had caught them?

You pussy, he thought. He had imagined it for years, and over the last few weeks, he had touched his mother with purpose, gone in her room and peeked at her pussy, shot a load in her panties and rubbed his erection against her back while his arms sank into the overflow of her braless tits. What had he expected would happen?

If Evan had a container large enough or a window he could get away with peeing out, he would have chosen one of those over leaving the safety of his room. He grunted and got out of bed, then pulled on a pair of boxers. He had gone to bed naked, just in case his mother came to finish what they started. How stupid it had been to think she would chance getting caught in his room.

The stairs groaned under Evan's feet, so he stepped as close to the wall as possible to limit their cry. Eventually, he would have to face his mother, but not yet. Deana, he thought, I need to talk to Deana, first. Too bad he couldn't tell her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Jeez, when was the last time he told the truth? Deana had to know something was up, she'd seen them. If he could find a way to start a conversation, his sister would do the rest. But what about kissing Deana, seeing her naked and wanting

to shove his raging hard on in her?

They were twins, connected like one, so what if they kissed or saw each other naked. That barely raise the needle on his moral meter compared to committing adultery with his father's wife. Shoot, ten years from now, what happened with Deana would be something they laughed about, but sex with the woman he had to call mom, had the potential to alter life like a Back to the Future time machine.

After pissing, Evan brushed his teeth, washed his face and peeked into the hallway, expecting his mother to appear out of thin air. When she didn't, he stuck his head out and listened. Gloria's voice was distant, and Deana's door was closed. Perfect, his mother and Gloria were in the kitchen and Deana was in her room. All he needed to do was get in there without giving himself away. He felt like a cat burglar sneaking around his house.

"Deana,' he whispered outside her door, then decided these were extraordinary circumstances, and he opened the door without knocking.

His sister was sound asleep, spooning Rebecca. Holy shit, I should leave, he thought, then closed the door behind him and walked towards the bed. Pajama tops and bottoms were scattered on the floor. The girls were facing him, only a sheet partially covering thern. Deana's arm was around Rebecca's waist, and their legs were a tangled mess. His sister's dark complexion was the only thing that distinguished hers from Rebecca's. As creepy as it was, he stood at the end of the bed and watched them sleep. They were naked. Shouldn't Deana have been worried about their parents?

Deana's face was in Rebecca's scattered hair like she might have been kissing the tumbler's neck. It was a beautiful scene, and part of him was jealous, the rest of him found it erotic. He went around the right side of the bed, behind Deana, and lowered his butt to the mattress. "Dee, I need you," he said.

When she didn't even twitch, he laid next to her and put his arm over both girls. "I need you...need to talk to you."

Rebecca stirred long enough to pull his arm against her chest. He moved his face closer to Deana's ear, ready to try again, but before he spoke, his sister's scent and exposed neck reminded him of the previous morning. She told him he could kiss her anytime he wanted, and right then, he wanted to. He licked his lips, then placed them on her skin. It was moist and salty on his tongue.

Rebecca shifted, and the silky center of her tit moved under the palm of his hand. She must think it's Deana's hand. It was clearly a breach of ethics, but the thrill it gave him made it easy to justify.