Potential - S01 E305

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Potential - S01 E305

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 305

Rebecca was on her back, eyes tightly sealed against the sunlight. Deana was on her stomach. Creepy? Yes, but considering his resume of perversion, Evan stood there at their feet anyway and stared. Rebecca's bathing suit wasn't the one she wore during the ass judging, It wasn't a bikini at all, Instead of covering, it outlined the parts that were supposed to be hidden. Shoelace-width string formed triangles around Rebecca's small, perky tits, squeezing the sun brightened nipples into the space where material should have been. The yellow strips that looped around from her hip bones pulled tight above her mound, split into two sides of a triangle, and came together again between her ass cheeks, bunching the tumbler's swollen labia into a pile of delicious flesh. Fuck, what an incredible pussy. Why the hell had Deana's girlfriend told him to come here if she was wearing that?

Evan shook his head and turned to his sister as if that might stop his dick from growing. Deana's top was untied, laying under her chest. Fine hairs glistened in the sexy inward curve of her lower back. Deana's bottoms had lost the fight against her bubble-butt, collapsing into the deep groove. Her ass was oiled like she had been cast in a porno about a massage that turns kinky. Evan knelt between the girls and watched Rebecca's stomach rise and fall. The lines were faint, but he knew how the tumbler's abs looked when they rippled. He thought about sliding the tip of his finger through the slippery grooves, crisscrossing, then following the line down the center into the hollow of her stomach and up the building hill of her pubic mound. Would he be able to stop where it could still be considered a reasonable way to wake her up, or would his finger plunge between those luscious swells of Sun- reddened labia? Look away, Evan told himself.

Rebecca's hair was pulled tight on top of her head, showing off all of her face. He hadn't ever taken the time to admire her, at least not since the night they kissed down in the basement, but that was years ago. A lot had changed since then. Rebecca wasn't his sister's cute but annoying friend anymore. The tumbler's mouth was full. It curled up at the corners. She was prettier than he ever permitted himself to acknowledge. An insane urge to moisten her succulent lips with his tongue pushed Evan closer. He wanted to kiss the girl Deana loved. His hand floated above her belly, flirting with her groin and crotch. The tip of his index finger circled the rim of the shallow belly button. Rebecca murmured. He watched her eyes flutter open, then grow wide with surprise. "Oh, Evan, shoot." A crooked grin followed.

"You weren't sleeping."

She glanced at Deana. "Shh, don't wake her."

He whispered close to Rebecca's ear, "It's dangerous wearing something like that outside."

"Not as dangerous as what you're doing."

He looked at his hand, resting on her stomach, fingers plucking the string. "Does it bite?"

Rebecca shook her head. "But I might scream. Her knee rose, fell out, and bumped against him. He grabbed it and slid his hand down her inner thigh until her tendon pulled tight, steering him inward.

"Why did you tell me to come over?"

"I want a birthday kiss. Dee said it's okay."

"Today isn't your birthday."

"Mm, but I don't want to wait until my birthday."

Why not, he thought, I kissed Alex in front of Gloria, and it wasn't even her birthday. He grabbed the back of Rebecca's neck and lifted her. Like the rest of Rebecca, the girl's mouth was powerful. She closed her legs on his hand and jerked upward, forcing him to feel how hot and wet she was. The strength packed into such a petite and sensual body amazed him. He freed his tongue from Rebecca's sucking lips. "Wow, I can see why Deana likes kissing you."

"That's not all she likes doing to me, Rebecca said and shoved Evan, tipping him back onto his butt.

With stealth, fluid motion, the tumbler pounced, dropping her ass on his groin, she shoved him down, pinning his shoulders to the ground. It would have been easy to toss her, but Evan waited for the approaching mouth to meet his. Damn it, Deana was a lucky girl.

When Rebecca's ass was in his hands, and her crotch was grinding on his boner, Evan said, 'Stop that," with as much conviction as his hushed voice could convey. "We can't." He gestured at Deana.

"You're right." Rebecca said and sat up. "Not while she's sleeping. Let me wake her up first. She wants to watch."

Evan gulped. "Watch?"