Potential - S01 E217

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Potential - S01 E217

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 217

He was dazed, carrying her, turning in a circle while his bloated cock spilled the contents of his balls into his sister's baby compartment. "Shit, Dee, what-Oh, jeez. What were you thinking?"

"I can't think," she giggled, "you fucked me stupid. Oh, my God, Evan, ah, fuck, I don't know."

He smiled despite the horrifying reality of shooting a load of sperm inside his sister. "Does that mean you're not a lesbian?"

"No, I don't think I could ever feel this way with any guy except you. She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "It'll be hard to ever say no to you."

He placed her ass back on the counter and slid out of her. His cock was coated with a slimy mix of their cum, and Deana's blood. "Did I break it?"

"No, Jerk," she slapped his arm, "you popped my cherry."

"I'm not stupid," he said even though he knew he was. "Did it hurt? I mean too much?"

"Like hell, but only for a minute, then it was bliss. I felt things I can't explain, like an out of body experience. You know?"

I know, believe me, I know." He held her hands. "Aren't you worried?"

"Relax, brother, I have Plan B. We don't have to worry."

"Okay." He agreed because he had complete confidence in his sister, not because he knew what she was talking about. "What the hell are we going to do now?"

Deana shook her head. "Long-term, I don't know, but now, I think we should take a shower"

"Ah, Mom's home and it would be insane for us to be showering together, so okay, why not. If she's looking for me, you hide in the tub and i'll go out. If she's calling you, I'll hide."

"Finally, I'm rubbing off on you." She hugged him and shivered. "Promise me we'll be alright, no matter what. No getting jealous or acting crazy. Don't let me act like a jealous girlfriend, even if-"

"Deal," Evan said. "And Dee, Mom can't find out...or Gloria. We have got to keep this a secret. Let's be smart. Right?"

"Right, we will, we will." Deana turned on the water. "About Mom, whatever is going on with her is working. I've never seen her looking this happy. She's a new woman. More like a young girl, really, so if you had anything to do with it, keep it up. She deserves to be happy, feel good and enjoy herself."

Evan put his hands around Deana's waist. Her pink nipples swelled, and goose bumps sprang up on her arms. Her emotions flowed into him and warmed his insides. For the first time in years, the connection worked in both directions. Deana wanted him to make love to Candy, but he wasn't sure if she knew he already had.

Happiness and joy made him want to burst into laughter. He hugged her and air rushed out of Deana as a groan. Anger and fear bumed Evan's guts, constricting his chest. He pressed Deana's face into the crook of his neck. Her tears dripped onto his shoulder and ran down his back. A dark pain turned his anger to rage and kept him from crying with her. He couldn't see what she needed, but she wanted him to be strong and help her through something the way he had when their mother died. Was his sister hiding it from him or

was he blind to it?

"Dee, what is it? What's wrong? Tell me, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. I love you more than anything."

"I know, Evan, and love you. I love the fuck outta you." Deana sniffed. "I'm fine, I'm fine, It's just girl stuff and girlfriend stuff. I'm in love with a girl, and it's scary, but it isn't anything you can help with, not now."

Evan didn't believe Deana, but he knew his sister well enough to know it wasn't the right time. His sister had shut down the communication path. She didn't want him to see into that

dark place. "Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'm here for you. I'm never going to stop loving you more than anyone else."

"Me too," she said. "Come on." She got in the shower, and he followed.

After the shower, Deana returned to her room alone. She

unwrapped her body and threw the towel. The air was crisp on her warm, rosy skin. Her heart thumped in her chest. That morning she had come to a firm decision which she was proud of.. It was the smart thing to do, the best choice, the right way to act. That was what Deana did; it

was her M.O., do the right thing. She was strong and smart and in control. What happened?

Deana could have yelled, I hate you, just as easily as, I love you. She hated Evan for making her lose control. Her brother had broken her will with a massage, and with a kiss, he took all of her power. No, she had surrendered it. She'd given herself over to him. It was a miracle that she hadn't let him do her right there on the bed, chancing getting caught by Gloria or Candy, and ruining her bedspread with blood.

It's nobody's fault but yours, Deana thought. You asked for the

massage, knowing how it would make you feel. Although, the massage wasn't one of Evan's

best. He had been

distracted, and his distraction had been her downfall. Her brother's bruised eye and his words had created an image in Deana's mind. She saw him crashing through their parent's bedroom door to save Candy from that bastard. She had never been more

proud of her brother. He had

finally taken a stand, picked a side and stood up to their father.

Candy must have felt loved and

cared for like never before. Deana wanted that.

What Deana had gotten from Evan was going to be hard to describe when she had to tell Rebecca. When her brother cut into her, popped her cherry, there was an explosion of emotions. It was so powerful that pain became happiness and she wept tears of joy. Her emotions. It was so powerful that pain became happiness and she wept tears of joy.