Potential - S01 E289

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Potential - S01 E289

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 289

She felt exposed and trapped, but not because she was wearing a towel and being held by the strongest woman she knew. It was Cindy's expression. Do something, she told herself. "Candy already found my thong, she's cool." Yeah, that explains leaving lingerie on the porch. This must be how Evan feels when I unravel him. "It's Evan's fault, he left them there when he was chasing me. I can't believe I didn't remember-

"Dee, relax, this isn't about that."

Cindy doesn't have a key, Deana thought so she couldn't have-Of course she does, they're lovers. Her cousin knew about Evan. She had been there earlier and seen or heard them fucking, and it took her this long to figure out how to confront her. "Cindy, what's going on?"

As if they were in a staring contest, Deana couldn't break away from Cindy's eyes. "Let's talk," Cindy said and pulled her close. She felt like she was looking into a mirror when there is another one behind you. The reflection suddenly multiplies hundreds of times, shrinking as it goes deep, deep, deeper and you vanish at the end of a tiny pinhole. Cindy's fingertips tenderly moved across Deana's cheek and looped her hair behind her ear. "It's okay, Dee, it's all going to be okay."

A shiver made Deana realize Cindy's hands weren't gripping her arms anymore. They were still awkwardly close, but she didn't step back. She wanted to get closer, be hugged and never be released from the empowering love and protection her cousin was channeling. Cindy's arms were a crushing force, lifting Deana's feet off the floor.

The embrace ended, and this time, her cousin swept both hands across Deana's cheeks, collected her hair and held it in a bunch behind her head. She knew this had nothing to do with Evan and her. It was worse. Cindy's expression darkened, and her fists tightened around Deana's hair, tipping her head back. Her cousin's glistening eyes grew more demanding and intense. "Do you trust me, Dee?" There wasn't enough slack in Deana's hair to nod, but she didn't have to. "Good. Look at me."

The commanding tone of Cindy's voice made Deana nervous, but the strength of the hands on her back scared her. They yanked her forward, and the powerful leg that crushed the gas pedal of a race car was forced between her thighs. "Stop fighting me," Cindy said.

Deana submissively surrendered to Cindy's lips and tongue without looking away from the eyes that were cutting into her soul.

The fevered pitch of the kiss increased, and dreamlike memories and odd scenery pierced through her brain like shooting stars slicing the black canvas of night. Time stood still, and Deana's eyes grew lazy, threatening to close. Something orgasmic sparked in the depths of her body and raced outward, encompassing her in a sphere of glowing love. There was no fear in that place. Her mind was sedated and her body limp. The fight was over. A sob jerked her and Deana realized her heart was pounding. What the fuck is happening? She started to shake and said, "No, no, no," but she didn't know what she was objecting to.

Cindy held her tight and rubbed her back. "Baby, I'm sorry."

Deana heard a distant voice say, "It's okay," and wondered if she had been the one speaking.

"No, Dee, it's not," Cindy said and held Deana's face in her hands. "How long have you known?"

The question could have referred to a few things, but Deana intuitively knew her cousin wanted the answer to one of the two primary thoughts running through her dazed mind. She answered the one she could understand. "I should have known three years ago when I saw the way you looked at each other, but at the race track I knew for sure." She put her hands on Cindy's waist, praying her cousin wouldn't make her answer any more questions. Everything else in her head was confusing and terrifying.

"I love her, Deana, but Candy doesn't deserve this. I made things worse for her. I'm so sorry."

That mother fucker was hurting Cindy, too. A bitter hatred rose like bile in her throat. "You're the one with a broken heart, I should be sorry. This is his-

"Bullshit, that's bullshit, Cindy said and shook her. The ragdoll state of Deana's body told her she had underestimated the brute strength required to drive a race car. "You have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault."

Her towel cascaded down her flesh and piled around her feet. She stared at it with white-knuckled fists that held double her usual rage. If anything other than Cindy had been in front of her, she would have started punching until her body balled up on the floor in a sobbing lump of brokenness.

"Does Evan know?"

"Huh, oh." She shook her head. "Uh-uh, he doesn't know about either."

"Good, he can't, make sure of that," Cindy said. "I'm going now, Dee. I'm so sorry you had to go through this, but it's all going to work out, you'll see. Hey, make sure Candy doesn't know I was here. I love you. Bye."

A minute later, a roaring, screeching car made Deana jump. She was still standing in the middle of the room with a towel at her feet. Outside in the street, a white cloud of burnt rubber hovered over two long, black streaks. Could Cindy really be a modern day superhero capable of saving her? Deana didn't think so. Their father always won.

Evan rushed into the room, saw his naked sister and sighed. "Oh, guess you didn't see Cindy. Did you hear her knocking?"

Deana shook her head.

"I wonder why she left like that without knocking?"

"Don't know, but was in the shower, so maybe she did? Were you sleeping?"

Evan nodded. "Yup, I'll go call her and see what's going on."

"Wait, we only have a little while, You can see Cindy anytime. Can we cuddle? I'd really like that."

He looked at his sister's puppy dog eyes and gorgeous naked body, and the answer was easy. "Which bed, Goldilocks?"

'Let's go upstairs, so we don't have to worry about Mom catching us. We might be there a while."