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Potential - S01 E253

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Potential - S01 E253

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 253

Evan brushed a tear from her cheek. "Why, why did you marry him?"

"Honey, I didn't know what else to do. I was confused, scared and mixed up. I was just a girl, and I didn't know how else to keep you and Deana and take care of my baby. I'm sorry."

Evan wrapped his arms around Candy. His love and anger crushed the air out of her. He stepped up, lifting Candy. Her feet dangled. The act of carrying her sparked an old memory, but it was like a flickering TV screen, not enough came through to give him a picture. He didn't do a deep scan for the memory because there were more important things to think about.

In the bathroom, Evan set Candy's butt on the counter and looked into her eyes. His mother's expression was eerily similar to the fear he'd seen in Deana's eyes. Could Deana and Candy feel the same? There were too many thoughts and emotions to sort through. Evan experienced a mental blue screen of death. When his brain rebooted, his dick was stiff, and he needed to use it. Wasn't that Deana's method of coping?

"I'm going to make love to you," he said and reached for Candy's drawstring.

His mother grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Yes, yes you are," she said and helped him pull the string. "Let's take a shower, first."

Late Saturday afternoon, there were only a few people in front of Evan and Jason on the ticket line. Evan turned his ear in the direction of the track. "Sounds like the packing truck is getting the track ready for hot laps."

"There's hardly anybody here," Jason said. "Why did we have to be so early?"

Evan sighed. "Most of the drivers are already here. I have to check out the track conditions and set things up so I don't get caught. Spy work and all that."

Jason's nod lacked enthusiasm. "Yeah, right." They moved forward, and Jason nudged Evan. "Mm, mm, look at that, so suck-a-licious."

"Let me guess," Evan said without turning, "it's ticket-girl?"

"Yup and they look more yummy than last time, Jason said. "I

hope BJ is here."

Evan thought about Candy's massive tits and said, "Jeez, is that all you think about?"

Jason held his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess so. And you don't?"

Evan sighed as if it weren't true, but if not for the race tonight, he would be doing what he had done all day, thinking about Candy and trying to get her in bed, again. There were still a few things that Miss Tonya taught him that he hadn't done to Candy. Although, the previous night, and that morning, they had done quite a few. It had been the best sex of his life, and he hoped his mother saw it the same way.

They stepped in front of the ticket window, and KK glanced back to see if her mother was watching before grinning and saying, "Hey, how are ya?"

"Great," Evan said. "Two pit-passes, please."

The lady behind KK picked up a clipboard and handed it to her. She slid it forward on the counter and playfully held the pen so Evan had to tug it free. After signing the release form required by the insurance company, Evan passed the clipboard to Jason. "Here, sign your life away."

Evan returned the clipboard with his money. Ticket-girl grabbed a wristband and ceremoniously attached it to his arm. Then she handed him one for Jason. "Enjoy the races."

He said, "Thank you, we will," and gestured towards the concession stand. KK glanced over her shoulder again before flashing five fingers twice and mouthing the word, bathrooms.

After getting two huge Cokes, Evan and Jason stood on the west side of the building between the women's room door and the front corner of the building. From there he could see the access gate for the pits. If Uncle JC was coming their way, they could circle the building and avoid him. They could also peek around the front and see the ticket booth.

Jason sucked on his straw, then asked, "You hoping to get some suck-a-licious tonight?"

Evan blew a long breath and scanned the area around them for the fiftieth time. "I might be busy with something else. You think?"

"I guess, but she's pretty into you and her friend-

"Jason, the reason I'm waiting for her is so she can help me not get caught. I wish she'd hurry up. Shit, this is stupid. I wish I could just tell my uncle."

'Relax, Jason said. "You're totally freaking out. Once you get in that car, it'll all be worth it. Of course, there will be nineteen other drivers out there with you. You know, guys that race every weekend. On second thought, this is stupid."

'Ouch." Jason rubbed his shoulder. "No need for violence."

"You haven't seen anything yet. Evan said. "You're supposed to be helping me, not-Here she comes. It's about time"

'She's got Billy Go-Joe with her," Jason said, 'and sweet honey pie, no bra."

'Jason, we're not here to get laid. I have to race. I'm racing a car for the first time, ever. Work with me, all right."

"Relax, dude, relax. You've won like a hundred go-kart races, and you've done hot laps for your cousin, how many times?"

"Easy for you to say," Evan said and faced the approaching girls. Jason was right, Billy Joe was something to look at, but the girl's pigtails were the only thing that said sweet pie. Her jiggling, peach sized tits, obscenely erect nipples, and cut-off jeans that had been turned into a skirt, all said, fuck me pie just like Becky. If the similarities didn't end with looks, then Evan had to assume there weren't any panties under that skirt.

"Hey, thanks for helping me out tonight," Evan said. "Don't forget, I'm not here. My uncle can't know I'm here until after."

KK ran her hand over his chest. "Sure feels like you're here to me." Her green eyes sparkled.

"Funny," he said. "Just help me stay undercover until after I race."

"That sounds exciting," Billy Joe said.

"Cindy's your cousin. Why can't you race?" KK asked.

"It's a long story," Evan said. "For now, if anybody asks, I'm not here, and hang out between Cindy's pit and Dale's. I don't see why my uncle would go over there, but if he does, run and let me know"

Ticket girl tilted her head coyly to the right and said, "You're gonna owe me.

Great, Evan thought. "Let's go. You and Billy Joe lead the way to Dale's pit. If you see my uncle, double back and let us know."

"I'll walk with them," Jason said. "I'll text you if we see anything. Then you can dive underneath a car or something."

Drivers and crews throughout the pits were busy, so it wasn't difficult getting to Dale's hauler unnoticed. Jason, KK and Billy Joe were stationed one row over, hopefully paying attention. Evan was grateful for the alone time. He looked down into the cockpit of Dale's car. The steering wheel was on the seat, and the G-Force latch and link, five-point harness was neatly laid out, waiting to hold him straitjacket tight. He closed his eyes and imagined sliding down into the seat. The belts would come over his shoulders, around his waist and up between his legs. He'd connect the series of metal links on his lap, close the latch, and pull the belts tight around his hips and waist. Then he'd pull down on the straps until they crushed his shoulders. Usually, Cindy or Uncle JC would show up just before he pulled away from the hauler to give a few more tugs. It was like being buried in the sand with your arms and legs sticking out. Cindy called it, strapping down the butterflies. After she clicked the steering wheel into place and double checked everything, she'd say, "Now let's light this dragon's tail on fire," and she'd hit the starter switch.

Evan jerked when someone said, "So far so good." He turned around, and for a split second he thought it was Deana, but it was Cindy. "My dad is too busy shooting the shit and betting on the races to notice you're here."

"You scared me,' he said. "I'm not sure this was such a good idea."

Cindy chuckled. "It's no different than it was the other day. Relax, you'll do fine."

He felt better with Cindy there, but she made him realize how much he wished Deana was there. "I know, I just wish things were different."

Cindy gave him a hug. "It's going to work out, everything is going to work out."

"Now you sound like Deana."

"That's because we're both smart," Cindy said.

Evan tried to disengage his tongue, but the thought was too spontaneous and heartfelt to be shut down. "I love you."

Cindy peered into his eyes for an uncomfortably long few seconds.

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