Potential - S01 E215

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Potential - S01 E215

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 215

His sister was sitting backward on her desk chair, leaning forward on the backrest.

"Oh, good, it's you. Could you rub my shoulders?" Deana asked.

Great, he could stand behind her and massage her while he talked. "Okay"

She said, "Awesome," shoved her rump back to the edge of the chair and pulled all of her hair around one side of her head. It hung with her dangling arms.

Evan stood behind her. The tank top she was wearing snapped out from under her butt.

Her bubble-butt bulged over the edge of the seat. He considered poking his finger into the deep groove between her cheeks, but grabbed her shoulders Instead.

Once he started massaging, Deana asked, "What happened to your eye?"

"Gloria didn't tell you?"

"She told me about a dream she had. Something about a fight, but

"Jeez, Gloria and her dreams." Evan tried a diversion. "You still haven't talked to her about what we talked about, have you?"

"Why, she still flirting with you?"

"Yeah, something like that," he said. "Where's mom?"

"Said she was way behind on work due tomorrow. Now, what happened to your eye?"

Evan smiled and doubled his efforts between Deana's shoulder blades. "Oh, kinda fucked up. Mom's newfound happiness, you know, you were so excited about it, I messed that up."

"Really, how?" Deana asked and turned her head. "She seemed damn happy to me."

"Probably because Dad is gone."

"What does that have to do with your eye?"

Evan wasn't sure what Deana meant by, enjoy it, and he didn't want her to watch his guilty mind twist it around, so he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. "Back in the chair so I can finish. I don't have all night." Amazingly, his sister complied. Evan put his hands on her lower back and gently rubbed outward. Holding onto his sister was comforting.

"Mim, your hands do something to me," Deana said. "You're the best."

He wanted to tell her how glad he was that she was home tonight, but he said, "So are you."

"Hey, I thought you were grounded? What's up with that?"

"You sound disappointed."

"No, just wondering."

"Mom told me to go ahead and go. I didn't even ask. It was her Idea."

"That's good," Deana said. "Hopefully he'll stay gone all summer. You can be the man of the house till then."

Evan let that go and wrapped his hands around Deana's neck. It was long, delicate and sexy like a runway model's neck. His thumbs stroked the strands of muscle at the base of her skull.

His fingers on her throat altered the pitch of her purring sounds. "Dee, you think if our mother hadn't died, things between us would have turned out different?" "How do you mean?"

"I mean how we feel. The way I see you. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to like each other like this. I think you're great and gorgeous." Deana sat up straight and pushed her head against his body. Evan continued, "If Mom had been here all this time, would I see you differently?"

Deana tilted her head back and looked up with a smirk. "Ah, like the way you look at Gloria?"

Evan hated how his sister always saw through him, yet he loved her for it, too. 'Good

point." He leaned forward kissed her forehead. Deana stood, sliding her back up his body. He

reached around and cupped her breasts. "I think they're just right." He kissed her ear.

Deana arched her back, lifted her butt and hunched, rubbing against his erection. "Mm, I think that's just right, too."

He held her chin, turned her head and nibbled that sensitive space below her ear. His sister's throat vibrated with a moan. He placed a hand on her pubic

mound, grasped her crotch bone and pulled, grinding his stiffness into the cushion of her butt.

Deana twisted her head around, searching for his lips. Kissing Deana was Evan's heroin, and he had to have more.

Deana's mouth was angry with passion. She bit his lip and tugged on it. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that scared him. She sucked his tongue hard and held it between her teeth. He lifted the front of her shirt and slid his hand down her bald pussy mound to her crotch.

"Ah, Evan, shit." Deana rolled her body, thrashing her pussy on his sawing fingers. He found the swollen nub and ground it between her pubic bone and his middle finger while turning and walking her in an awkward dance toward the bed. His sister was panting and her juices flowed, soaking his fingers. He knew he was about to make her cum.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, Evan, you fuck!" She hit her head on his shoulder several times. "You fuck."

Evan stopped flicking her clit and turned his sister to face him. "What, what did I do?"

Deana's eyes were glassy, and her cheeks were flushed. "You made me-Shit." She shoved her hand down the front of his shorts. "You,-" She squeezed his boner. "You made me want it. You asshole. Make love to me, now." She shoved his shorts down. His cock slapped against his body, and they both stared at it.