Potential - S01 E303

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Potential - S01 E303

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 303

How come you didn't wait for someone to open the door on Sunday?"

"Sunday, oh, you heard me?" Cindy paused. "Why didn't you let me in?"

"Didn't hear you until the Screaming Eagles were laying down rubber out front. Did you wait long? Is that why you left in such a hurry, you were upset?"

"Upset... mm, no, no, not at all," Cindy said. "It wasn't planned. I was at Mike the Motor guy's shop, and I only had a minute anyway. Candy's car was gone, so didn't wait. Figured nobody was home."

It wasn't unusual for Cindy to see the motor guy after a race, yet he felt like Cindy was lying. "Oh, well, I hate that I missed you. I wanted to talk about the race, my race. I did almost win, you know."

"I'm sorry, you're right, I should have been more excited for you."

Damn right, Evan thought, I've spent hours talking to you after your races. "It's fine," he said. "So, wanna meet me at the shop today?"

"Not sure," Cindy said. "I don't think so, but I'll call if things change. I gotta go. Bye."

"Bye." Evan stared at the phone for a minute after Cindy's name had vanished. What a dick, he thought, how could he have forgotten? Cindy was upset Saturday night, and I'm thinking about my hurt feelings because she doesn't want to talk about my race.

Evan thought back over the last two days. After the races, he went home and got in bed with Candy and Gloria, and practically dry- humped her while their mother slept. Somehow, he had enough sense to leave but woke up with a naked Gloria in his bed. He went down on her, came on her, and titty fucked Candy's mini-me in the shower. Deana at the mall, Evan thought, in the kitchen, in his parent's bed, while talking on the phone with Candy, in Gloria's bed, then-No wonder I didn't think about Cindy. He had stumbled from one oh my God moment to the next. Like falling down a giant hill, you don't evaluate the passing landscape, you only tumble, roll, bounce, and banged your way down the slope, never looking back to think about where you've been.

Now that Candy said no more, Gloria was at Jayda's, Deana was with Rebecca, and Cindy didn't want to hang out, Evan didn't have anything else to do, so he replayed the sex scenes in his mind without giving thought to any of the connecting threads. It was the stuff porn movies were based on.

Deana and Rebecca finally managed to sit up, but they didn't get out of Rebecca's bed. "Reb, baby, that was amazing," she said. "If that's what two days away gets me, I'm gonna do that more often."

"You better not, but speaking of that," Rebecca said. "What were you doing? Or should i ask how he was doing you, and where? Tell me?"

"You gonna be mad?"

"No, of course not," Rebecca said. "We agreed, no jealousy. Although, it must have been a bunch based on your guilty face."

"No, well, yes, a bunch, but not the face part."

"Mm, a bunch, really," Rebecca said. "How many is a bunch?"

"Let's see, one, two, three..., five, yeah, I guess five."

"Five?"

Deana nodded. "Something like that."

"You fucked so much you lost count?"

"No, it's not like that, Deana said. "I'm still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what you just did to me."

Rebecca turned toward her. "Tell me, I want details."

"You sure?" Deana asked. "I was bad, a naughty girl."

"Damn right, I'm sure," Rebecca said. "Did you do it on the table again?"

She nodded, and Rebecca held up a finger. "In your room?"

"Yup." Deana's cheeks warmed.

"That's two. Where else? Tell me."

"You wanna hear the part that might upset you or the part that will make you jump up and run around in circles, shouting obscenities?"

"Nothing is gonna upset me," Rebecca said, "or make me jump and run anywhere right now."

"We'll see," she said. "I took off my shorts outside, on the porch steps

"Please, tell me you fucked outside?"

"No, but close."

"Ah, keep going," Rebecca said.

"In the kitchen, his room, my room, shower, Gloria's bed, Candy's, and at the mall."

"What the fuck?" Rebecca said. "You fucked six times in what, thirty-six hours? Wait, did you say at the mall?"

"I thought you weren't gonna get upset."

Rebecca laughed. "Upset? No, but love you more now than I did a minute ago. I have finally totally corrupted you. Tell me more?"

"More?"

"Yeah, there has to be more. None of that made me want to run, jump, or even yell, except maybe doing it in Candy's bed. That's hot."

"Okay, hold onto your hat," she said. "While was on the phone with my mother, Evan fucked me. We were on the couch and-"

"You fucked on the expensive sofa we were never allowed to sit on?

Deana nodded while heat rose to her face. "Evan was going down on me when the phone rang. He answered, handed it to me, and kept going. I tried to hold it together and talk to Candy, but he fucked me, and I moaned into the phone."

"I'm running and screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck in my mind, I promise," Rebecca said. "Now, let me guess what happened. Evan pulled out and blasted your face while you were saying something to Candy?"

She slapped Rebecca's leg. "No, that would have been horrible. We came together with the phone to our ears."

"I bet your mom knows what you were doing."

"That wouldn't surprise me," Deana said. "I get the feeling she knows almost everything but doesn't say anything. She thought about the secret that not even her brother knew. What would Candy do if she found out? For the same reason Evan could never know, Deana would never let Candy find out. "Reb, I love you so much it hurts right here." She laid her hand on her heart. "I can't wait until we have shared everything."

"Mm, me too, and I'm glad I won't have to wait long." Rebecca picked up her phone.

Candy looked back at Sally, standing just outside the office door. She walted, trying to read Sally's expression. Her sister seemed apprehensive, vigilant, and weary, like a cop responding to a domestic violence call. "What's wrong?" Candy asked.

"Ah, nothing." Sally said, "I remember when he added this section onto the house. Sandy was excited because Evan and Deana could have their own rooms."

Candy nodded, remembering how Sally always talked about Sandra, calling her Sandy, always Sandy. Sally eased into the room, paused, glanced behind the door, and scanned the room. "They hated it at first and used to sneak back into each other's beds," Sally said.

They still do, Candy thought, just the way Bobby and Sally had. "What about Sandra?"

Sally shook her head. "She didn't like it. Too secluded, and when he wasn't here, she let them sleep with her."

"I'm sorry I shouldn't make you talk about her. I know how close you were

"We were... I loved her and never stopped missing her, like you, I always missed you."

"Sally, what happened?"

"Not now," Sally said and placed the leather case on John's chair. "We got work to do." She moved the mouse and woke up the display. The Windows locked screen appeared.