Potential - S01 E288

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Potential - S01 E288

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 288

"I could have had you way before the last time we did this at the sink," he said. "You knew how I felt about you years ago. You spied on me while I was-"

"Of course I did Deana said and turned around in his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt the same way?"

"Because you were too busy jerking off and being scared of those feelings you were having. You pulled away from me, and I was afraid if we went down that path it would get worse. I couldn't, still can't lose you. We make each other complete even without our third piece.

"Huh, third piece?"

"Mom, you know, you felt it too, when Mom died it felt like a piece of us was gone."

He stared into those black pools, searching for understanding. It was a loss, and it had hurt, but he didn't feel the broken two leg stool thing Deana was experiencing. There was a reason for that, but Evan couldn't figure out what it was. "You're never going to lose me. I need you, too."

Deana reached between them. He stepped back, and in his mind, the towel fell in slow motion. "This is your do-over for the last time my towel accidentally fell off."

He put his hands on Deana's narrow waist. She grabbed his neck. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then he asked, "Is it weird that I want to do it in Gloria's room?"

Deana shook her head, took his hand and led him to their sister's room. He felt the same nervous energy he felt the first time, and every other time he was about to make love to his twin.

Jason had woken up from dreams about Becky pissing on him, and he was horny but didn't find his sister in her room, so he checked the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and on the patio. Their mother's car was in the driveway, which wasn't right, she should have been at work. Since her door was closed, he figured she wasn't feeling well, so maybe Becky and him could still get away wasn't feeling well, so maybe Becky and him could still get away with some of the things he had been dreaming up. That was if she was even home.

On his way from the living room to the kitchen, Jason heard something, so he stopped and looked down the hallway toward his mother's door. Becky had just closed it and was walking toward him in a T-shirt. It had a teddy bear on the front of it and wasrit long enough to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear. That in itself was no surprise, but Becky had just come from their mother's room.

"Hell's bells, Becky, what the fuck are you doing? Isn't Mom home?"

Becky nodded slowly as a smirk curled the corners of her mouth up. "She's still in bed."

"Did she see you like that?" he asked and lifted the edge of his sister's shirt as if to verify what was already apparent.

"No, she's still sleeping," Becky said.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Jason wasn't sure he did. "Where you going?"

"I gotta pee," Becky said and continued down the hall.

"Can I watch?"

"Sure, freak."

"I'll give you freak," he said, wanting to fuck the smartass out of his sister.

Evan and Deana's time in Gloria's room hadn't been like the lustful, voyeuristic, wanton passion they shared on the couch. The new insight into each other's emotions and their past sent them down a long, slow, thoughtful path of lovemaking. The twins tapped into their deepest desire to please each other. Evan used everything Miss Tonya taught him. Their final moment of passion ended with Evan's cum pouring into the center of Deana's body. It caused her to climax, and they had an orgasm together that they would remember forever. They swarm and tumbled down into the fireworks of memories and emotions, but unlike what happened in fireworks of memories and emotions, but unlike what happened in the shower, this time they fell through the barrier of consciousness. With Evan on top, between Deana's legs, his cock still buried deep, they were sound asleep.

As much as Candy trusted her big sister, she didn't like leaving Sally's house without answers. To her, knowing had to be better than dreaming up increasingly worse possibilities, but Sally swore that wasn't true, and promised at some point to answer all of her questions, except whatever the truth was that Cindy had mentioned. Candy had phoned Cindy twice since she woke up, but the girl hadn't returned her calls. It felt like a horrible rejection, but hadn't she done that to Cindy for hours the day before, forcing her to drive to the house?

Now, Candy had to go home and face Deana and Evan. They would want to know why she had suddenly decided to spend the night with Sally, and God forbid they looked in her room. What a basketcase she had been yesterday, puking on the carpet, then running away to her big sister. Sally had always had a way of fixing things or getting her out of a jam, but that was when they were kids. This was adult shit, and it was starting to feel like it was right out of a Sidney Sheldon novel. Other than possibly saving her ass by editing the surveillance video, what could Sally do, and what could she tell her that could make things seem worst than they already were?

The sight of Cindy sitting on the end of her bed when Deana returned from the shower startled her. "Ah, Cindy." The look on her cousin's face worried her. She closed the door and spotted the Victoria Secret bag, shorts, and her flip flops. Shit! "Ah, hi, when did you get here?"

Cindy stood and asked, "Is everything alright?"

No, she thought, you found the shorts I took off outside, with the sexy underwear Evan bought me, and a little while ago we were passed out together in Gloria's bed. He was on top of me, between my legs, and we were naked. Double shit. 'Yeah, of course. Why?"

"Seriously, Dee," Cindy met her halfway between the bed and door and grabbed her upper arms, "you gotta be more careful. What if I hadn't been the one to find that?"