Potential - S01 E292

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Potential - S01 E292

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 292

"Yup, naked as ya can be."

'Shit, what did she say?" he asked. "And why didn't you warn me?"

"It's not like you haven't already put that, she pointed at his dick, "in her."

"Yeah, but what if I walked in while you were there? She would have known something was up with us."

'Relax, she's in her room," Deana said and went back to staring out the window.

"What's up with you?" he asked and started massaging Deana's shoulders. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Um, you seem mad, sad, or something."

"I'm fine, and stop that." She shrugged his hands away.

"Why?"

"Because your massages always lead to other things, and Mom is home."

He put his hands on her neck but didn't rub it. "Tell me what happened with Mom."

"What makes you think something happened?"

'Dee, I'm not too busy jerking off anymore," he said, "I know when there's something wrong." He spun Deana around on the desk chair and knelt in front of her. "Go ahead, tell me what's going on."

"I stood in front of Mom without anything on, and she hugged me."

"And?"

Deana hung her head, avoiding eye contact. "I want her, wanna feel her skin on mine, explore every curve, kiss every inch of her, and taste her... I wanted to taste her, and see her cum while she looks into my eyes.

"Whoa, jeez, um, what's wrong with that? It wouldn't bother me."

"I can't, Deana said.

"You scared?" he asked. "Let's both go and get in bed with her."

"Trust me, Evan, that's not what she needs, Deana said. "There is some crazy shit going on, and she needs us... our help."

The intense, dark stare and the solemn expression on his sister's face made him nervous. "What are you talking about? Did she say something?"

"No, but she didn't have to, could tell," Deana said.

"How?"

"It's a girl thing, we just know stuff."

"Stuff," he mumbled. "What stuff?"

"Like when another girl is in love. Mom's in love with someone."

"Huh? Who, me?"

"Yes, I'm sure she loves you, but there is someone else, someone who she has been in love with for a while, and I think we're complicating things for her."

"You mean me, I'm complicating things, but how could she be? Mom doesn't know anyone, any men, and she never goes anywhere. Who could she possibly be in love with?"

"I didn't mean you, I meant me-us, and I don't think it's a man." Deana said.

He got up, pulling Deana to her feet, held her face in his hands, and stared into her eyes. "Who is it?" His sister knew.

"I don't, don't know," Deana said and struggled.

He held on tight. "Dee, why don't you trust me?"

"I do, I swear, more than anybody. It's you and me, and-' Deana sank into his hug. "It's us against the world, the same as it's been since Mommy was taken away from us."

The pain Deana felt evoked a sudden rage. "I love you, no matter what, I'll always love you."

"I know that," she said.