Potential - S01 E318

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Potential - S01 E318

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 318

"But, ah, you and Bobby, I thought you were mad because I wanted to keep my baby, and I needed help... needed Sandra's help."

"I know, and she helped you," Sally said. "That was smart, it was, but I missed you. We shared a room, slept in the same bed our whole life. I know, I had boyfriends and wasn't the best sister or role model, but I loved you, love being with you. Baby, I had to go, I had to."

"I'm sorry, so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. You wanted the best for Gloria, and as much as I wanted to help you raise her, what could I have done for you? You did what you needed to do, and I did what I had to do." Sally stood and kissed Candy's forehead. "It's the past, let it be."

She had been mad all this time because Sally left her alone. You wanted to help me raise Gloria?"

"Of course I wanted to help you," Sally said. "It was our dream ever since we first played with dolls."

"Fuck, Sally, fuck. Why? I don't understand why you left or why you didn't keep Darlene."

"Don't call her that. In an instant, Sally's face was crimson. 'Her name is Angela, Angel. She was my little angel."

Sad tears poured down Candy's cheeks, yet she was furious. "How come I didn't know that Sally, what happened? Why did you change your mind? God, there's so much I don't know...don't understand"

Sally turned away from her. "I had to. I couldn't take her. As bad as it was for me, can you imagine if I had taken my baby with me?"

"But you didn't know you were leaving? You didn't leave until-"

"Not now," Sally said. "It's not something I want to think about now. Can we leave, get out of here? Get something to eat? It'll take a while to copy all the files. We can leave it."

"Fine, sure, okay. Candy turned in a circle as if she'd lost something. Bad things, Candy thought, no, horrible things had happened. She was going to puke. "Yeah, let's go, go get something."

Evan had driven around aimlessly, hoping Cindy would change her mind and call him. He also considered his other options. There was that standing Invitation at Ms. Style's or the creek. Maybe Rhina would show up and put on another show for him? That would be a great distraction. There was always Jason's house, but Evan didn't think he was ready for that. The only person more Immoral that himself would want to talk about sister f-His phone chirped, and Evan got excited.

That's unusual, Evan thought. The text was from Rebecca, and it had nothing to do with Deana. "Come to the back gate. That was very suspicious. He thought about the kiss Rebecca gave him earlier when Deana wasn't looking and wondered if the tumbler was up to no good. Of course she was, they both had been up to something, but Deana would be there, so he had nothing to worry about.

The tumbler had mentioned that bikini she wore while he felt up her ass with Deana standing a few feet away. And, it was Rebecca's plan that had him making out with Deana in the car. The words to an ancient song popped into Evan's mind, "I run to the edge, I look, I see, I fall." Oh well, it's not like I can do anything for Cindy now, might as well take my chances. Tumbling, bouncing and banging had to be better than playing with fire at the ballpark. Mm, maybe she'll do a handstand?

At Rebecca's, Evan told himself to stop thinking about a threesome. Deana would never let him fuck her best friend and lover, even if the tumbler wanted it. He grabbed the top of the privacy fence and jumped up three times, peeking over. Jackpot, two girls, both laying on towels, wearing tiny bikinis. Their skin glistened under a sheen of slippery lotion. Evan opened the gate carefully, prepared to stop at the slightest squeak. Nothing, good, he thought and latched the gate, flicking the locking mechanism into place. They seemed to be asleep, so he walked as if the grass underfoot might wake them.

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 olled 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, oг 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.