Potential - S01 E187

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Potential - S01 E187

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 187

"Oh," Rebecca said without much concern.

"I mean we were obviously touching inappropriately. Don't you think-

"Dee, there's something I've never told you."

"You tell me everything, Deana said. "We don't keep secrets." At least she didn't think Rebecca kept secrets from her.

"I'm sorry, I did keep one thing from you."

"Why?" Deana asked, feeling less than justified.

"I guess it's embarrassing."

"More embarrassing than thinking you could get pregnant because James came in your butt?"

"You're never gonna forget that, are you?"

"Is it possible to forget something like that?"

"No, Rebecca said and sat in front of her with her legs folded up in what looked to be a painful position. "You can never repeat this"

She gave Rebecca her, are you serious expression.

"I know you won't. Sorry, Rebecca said. "Have you ever wondered why my mother has a strap-on?"

"Ah, I guess a little."

I caught my mom once with Mrs. Stone.

Deana knew she should look shocked and say something, but she was holding back a smile. "Kimmy's mom!" Rebecca's parents were the standard that she judged her father and stepmother against. Mrs. Stevens was her role-model-mother and like a mother to her. Not that Candy wasn't, but Rebecca's mother was old enough to have given birth to her, Candy wasn't. It was a huge relief to know Rebecca and Kimmy didn't have perfect parents.

"Yes," Rebecca said, "yes, and I don't think Kimmy knows."

"Shit, is she, um, ya know, gay? Please say yes.

"Not sure, but probably not. My parents aren't like your parents.

They go to these parties, and they do stuff. Deana's mouth opened but no words came out, so Rebecca continued. "That's why I didn't tell you. My mother gets it on with my friend's mother. I'm sure your mother doesn't do that, and I bet your dad doesn't do weird stuff, either. All my friends have regular parents, and I have, um, I have swingers."

Deana restrained her relief because she knew how difficult this was for her friend. "I'm sure lots of parents do things their kids don't know about.' She wanted to curl up with Rebecca and admit she had a secret, too, but instead, she cupped Rebecca's cheeks and kissed her. "I think your parents are awesome. Sometimes I feel like your mom is more like a mother to me than Candy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I guess because Candy is so young. She was still the babysitter after we were too old to need a babysitter, but we needed her after our mother-Candy feels more like a big sister, especially lately."

"I can see that, but I don't imagine Candy with another woman, especially not one of your friend's mothers."

"Reb, I'm not sure what to expect anymore," Deana said and sighed heavily. "Are things supposed to go whacky at this age? Is it some kinda initiation into real life to see how we respond to crazy shit? Prepare us for motherhood?"

Rebecca leaned forward and rested her forehead on Deana's. "Let's not go so deep, not now. We still have some stupid teenager years to enjoy, so let's take one wild step at a time. Deal?"

"Deal," Deana said. "What is our next step?"

"Can you act like nothing happened last night when you see my mother? I'll do all the talking."

"Nobody acts better than me."

"Great. Next step, me going to the bathroom, after, a shower. Wanna come with me?"

Deana acted as if it were a difficult question to answer, then said, "Hell, yeah!"

Evan squinted one eye and got a blurry image. Candy wasn't Evan squinted one eye and got a blurry image. Candy wasn't standing there in her bathrobe. Both of his eyes opened to identified the body next to his. The ear, the eyebrow and the contour of her cheekbone were familiar. He blinked several times to clear his vision, thinking, it's nobody's fault but mine; I brought her with me last night. Although, something felt different than all the other times he'd found Gloria in his bed. He didn't have to worry about his father, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be concerned.

He'd woken up with Gloria on top of him, rubbing her pubic bone on his erection. There was that time he found her inner thigh glued to his groin with the evidence of his wet dream. He'd fondled her bare ass while she pretended to be asleep. She'd kissed him with Intense passion, twice. She'd expressed a desire to do what she thought he'd done to her best friend, Jayda. He had fucked Jayda, and ever since, he wanted to see Gloria's naked body. Then he got to see her blonde bush of curly hair above the meaty pussy that was splayed over his stiff morning boner. Of course, Evan should have found his position unsettling, but he didn't, and that was what was most troubling.

The sheet bridged the gap between their bodies. Evan lifted the edge and peered into the hazy tunnel. What he saw would have alarmed him yesterday morning. His sister had lost whatever clothes she'd been wearing when he decided to bring her upstairs. The pale orbs of her bare ass were within inches of his groin. His dick was going to get hard, and he wouldn't be able to blame it on morning wood.

The day after Evan kissed Candy outside the bathroom door, he went to Gloria's room. She was on top of him asking for a kiss. He'd stared at her face, searching for all the features she shared with her mother. What he found was a living replica of his teenage babysitter. Now, he knew that babysitter had been forcefully molded into his stepmother. Was that why he chose to bring Gloria with him because he couldn't have Candy?

If he had, it hadn't been a conscious thought at the time, but now that he was getting hard while spooning his sister, Evan thought maybe he had. It would be wrong to allow himself to transfer his love for Candy to her daughter and act on it. He moved anyway.

The silky cushions of Gloria's cheeks were against his groin. Evan knew what her naked ass felt like in his hands. He could imagine how his cock would feel sandwiched between those smooth, fleshy globes. He put his hand between her hip and her ribs, then moved it around to her stomach, knowing her tits were only inches away. How many times had he stared at them through her T-shirt, wondering what they felt like? Ever since he was old enough to get a hardon, he'd done the same thing with Candy. Gloria's tits would be like her ass, a smaller version of Candy's. Maybe he could have his Candy without losing his mother.

Gloria murmured and shrugged, then her shallow breathing continued. Her stomach moved in and out under his hand. She got naked in your bed, Evan reasoned, but his hand didn't move.

Regardless of the position Gloria put herself in; his sister didn't deserve to be fondled while she was sleeping. She'd have to wake up and ask him to feel her up. He circled his fingertip around her bellybutton then poked it, but Gloria didn't respond. Her hair tickled his nose. Why had she used her mother's shampoo?

Evan told himself the erection bursting from his shorts was a physiological response, nothing else, and he decided to let his sister sleep while he enjoyed being close to someone he loved. Getting laid was awesome, but this was better. He tucked his elbow in at her stomach and slowly moved his forearm up. The warm puffs from Gloria's nose blew on his fingers. He eased them into the gap between the pillow and her shoulder, under her neck. Gloria's body shifted, and the weight of her left tit settled on his forearm. It was heavier than he expected and softer than he could have imagined. He lifted his head to see if his sister's eyes were open. They weren't, but he kept staring at her profile.

The ear sticking out through her golden hair reminded him of all the times he'd stood behind Candy, massaging her shoulders, afraid he was going to kiss her neck. He touched his lips to the rim of Gloria's ear. "Why are you in my bed?" he whispered. Nothing happened, so he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "You're not supposed to get in my bed anymore."

"I didn't," Gloria said. "How did I get here?"

"I brought you here, but you were wearing pajamas, then. Why did you take them off?"

"I must have been hot." She rolled back against him, "Do that again, please."

Evan said, "No," and kissed the sensitive skin between her ear and hairline, anyway. "Being naked in bed with me is bad."

"It doesn't feel bad," she said. "It feels good."

"Okay, it's dangerous then." He nibbled her ear.