Potential - S01 E214

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Potential - S01 E214

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 214

Her nipples were like pink, cotton balls, swelling out of firm mounds of flesh. "Dee, they're perfect."

She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Thank you. See you later." She rolled to the edge of the bed and bounced to her feet. He watched her walk to the door. It was a miracle she didn't say anything about his eye, so he resisted the urge to ask again why she was wearing a bikini.

"Don't let anyone wake me up," he said as the door closed. "No matter what."

Once Deana was gone, Evan started thinking again. It was more like obsessing, though. If he

went downstairs, it would be the first time he was home with

Deana and Candy, together. What would it feel like facing the woman he had been making love to while she was in her role as their mother? He wouldn't be able to touch her, he knew that, but could he even look at her without Deana reading his expression? He groaned, rolled over and put a pillow over his head.

Hours later, when Evan finally woke up, he was surprised he hadn't pissed the bed. That's how bad he had to go. Plus, he was starving. He slept through lunch and dinner.

Downstairs, Evan peed, brushed his teeth and planned to raid the refrigerator, but when he walked into the kitchen, Gloria was sitting at the table. Her full

attention was on whatever she

was drawing. He wanted to see what her perverted mind was creating, but before he reached his sister, her head snapped around. "Evan, good," she said and

stood up on the chair.

"What are you-"

"Are my boobs too big? Gloria asked.

What am I, Goldilocks, Evan thought, these tits are too small, these tits are too big, these

tits are just right!

Jayda said they are. What do you think?" she asked and pulled her shirt and bra up.

Evan's mind tried to process what he had just seen. Gloria had lifted her breasts with her bra, then dumped them out. They fell, bounced and spread into their natural resting position. He wanted to have it on video so he could watch it over and over again. He could slow it down and see her nipples plump in slow motion.

"Well? Gloria asked, standing there with her elbows pointed at the ceiling and her hands holding her bra and shirt up to her neck.

Fuck, he thought and looked directly into Gloria's eyes. They were the wrong color, but they were still Candy's eyes, "Gloria, you shouldn't show me your boobs...ah, in the kitchen," he said and watched her expression change as his cool hands collected her tits and pushed them together.

Gloria's shocked expression changed to pleasantly surprised. "What are you doing?"

"I need to see how heavy they are." He gently rolled her growing tit caps between his fingers. "They don't seem too big to me," he said and continued to fondle his sister's tits.

"But she said they would be hanging down before I'm twenty-five."

"Maybe you should ask Mom if you can see hers. She's older than twenty-five, and hers are way bigger than yours, for now, anyway." He forced himself to pull her shirt down. "Don't show me those again."

"Why?" Gloria asked.

"Because."

"Because why?"

Because I'll end up fucking you, too, he thought, but said, "Because I can't handle seeing them. They're perfect. Tell Jayda she's jealous because she's flat as-" Evan bit his tongue before saying, a board and easy to screw. He walked away from Gloria even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. "You draw, I'm going to eat. I'm starving."

"Maybe you shouldn't have slept all day, Gloria said with a huff and went back to drawing.

Candy sat down at her desk and put her hand on the mouse, thinking about the day she

clicked the button labeled, "Place Order." She had lit the fuse on a bomb that day. No, it had been a wrecking ball from that first time she watched her stepson stroke his cock. Piece by piece, the facade crumbled.

She sought help from her best friend but didn't tell Tonya about the

voyeurism. In the end, all that had been accomplished was adding another woman to the list of adulterous affairs.

Next, Candy went to see, Sally, the only person she could tell the whole truth. Had she

expected her big sister to admonish her for the egregious

behavior? Maybe that would have given Candy the motivation she needed to do the right thing, but that didn't happen. Sally had

built a case for justifiable behavior, fucked Candy senseless and acted as a solvent for her guilt. Candy added another to the list of women she had cheated with, then drove home and

fucked her husband's son, again. Had she gone to Sally's seeking absolution or justification?

Candy moved the mouse, and her computer woke up. It was time to do the right thing, set

herself free, by closing the portal on voyeurism.

Once Evan satisfied the grumbling pit in the center of his body

with leftovers, he started toward Deana's room. It was time to tell her what happened with their father. The problem would be keeping the big secret from her. He would have to avoid eye contact the whole time. Shoot, I can't even let her see my face, he thought.

Deana's door was ajar, so he said, "Dee," as he opened it.