Potential Part 13

“You claim the story is finished in earlier replies but it’s xnxx that is your hold up fine that’s the excuse here but what about over at ——- it has been well over a month since the last chapter came out. Sorry either your story is not finished and you lied or you’re lazy as hell…”

Note to readers: Comments like the one above do nothing to motivate me. I completely understand the frustration one feels when the next chapter takes too long, however, my life is not on a set schedule. Sometimes I have extra time and other times I can’t find a spare minute to write. Nobody wants this story finished more than me. Please be patient and leave helpful comments about the story. Oh, and if you think I lied, PM me and I’ll take a picture of the original 600+ page manuscript.

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Potential
by Bistander

Chapter 13
1666 Beaver Dam Road



“Gloria,” Candy said, “Jayda’s on the phone.”

“Tell her I’m sleeping…please,” Gloria said.

“What am I, your secretary?”

“If I had my own phone you wouldn’t have to—”

“Don’t start,” Candy said.

“But mom,” Gloria whined, “Evan and Deana—”

“Had to wait, too. What would they think if you got to have a phone before they were allowed?”

“Deana would be happy for me. Evan, he could care less about a phone. Forgets his half the time anyway.”

“You want to talk to Jayda or not?” Candy asked.

Gloria sighed. “No, not now.”

After Candy relayed Gloria’s message she went back to her daughter’s room. “You ready to tell me what happened?”

Gloria said, “No,” without looking up from the floor.

Candy sat down on her bed. “Sit, and tell me.”

“Mom, it’s no big deal.”

“Good, then it won’t take long to tell me.”

Gloria plopped down sideways on a chair, facing her mother, but stared at her legs without saying anything.

“Honey, what happened? You and Jayda have a fight?”

“No, not really,” Gloria said.

Candy knew Gloria was about to spill the beans, she always did. “Go on, tell me why you came home mad.”

“All Jayda wanted to do was talk about Evan. She kept bringing him up, acting like she had a thing with him just because he rubbed lotion on her. She’s so stupid.”

“You know your brother isn’t interested in younger girls.”

“Still, I don’t want to listen to her going on and on about how cute he is and what a great massage he gives.”

“I’m pretty sure one day you’ll have an opportunity to have a crush on someone’s brother, so don’t be too hard on Jayda.”

“Only if I get some friends with cute brothers, and if dad would let me spend the night at my friend’s house when they have a brother.”

Parents had to be an allied front, or there would be chaos and confusion, and they would lose respect. That’s what John told her. Candy tried never to go against something he said because that would lead to the kids getting in trouble and a fight. It was easier just to stand behind him and uphold his rules.

“Honey, you can spend the night at any of your friend’s houses.” It was scary to hear herself going against her husband, but the look on her daughter’s face made it worth the risk. Defiance was dangerous, yet empowering.

“Thanks, Mom,” Gloria said.

“Be nice to Jayda, you know Evan isn’t interested in girls her age, so she’ll be crushed at some point. Don’t make it worse for her.”

“I’m her age, Mom, and it’s not like we’re kids or something.”

“No, you aren’t, but when boys get to be your brother’s age, they have an image to uphold. They worry about how things might look to their friends. You’ll see, when you’re Deana’s age, you won’t be interested in the freshman boys.”

“That’s stupid,” Gloria said. “I think if you love somebody, it shouldn’t matter what the age difference is.”

She couldn’t help smiling at Gloria. Her daughter had a crush on Evan, just like she’d had a crush on her older brother, Bobby. Shouldn’t she put an end to it? “You’re probably right, but that’s not the way it works,”
Candy said. “Call Jayda in the morning. Good night.”


Evan had just ended his call with Jason, and he was mad. Of course it was misplaced anger, but he wasn’t willing to admit he was pissed at himself. Nobody had been home, except her. What if Candy really had been waiting for him? Then, what happened outside the bathroom door could have ended different. Instead of her laughing and saying she made her point, she would have taken him up to his room and made love to him.

That’s insane, she’s a woman, a grown up, and your mother. So is Miss Tonya, and even though she isn’t my mother, she is Jayda’s mother, and she’s older than Candy. He was closer to Candy’s age than his father was. He knew he’d treat her better, love her more, hold her and never let go. That meant, if his father hadn’t married her, he’d have a better shot with her than his father would.

Of course he knew he was trying to justify his feelings, but he thought about the day he helped her peel potatoes, anyway. His mother had been in the kitchen, potentially waiting for him, without a bra. They shared an intimate moment while his arms rubbed her breasts and his cock touched her back. Had she expected him to follow her to her room? He shuddered and shook the thought off. Had one braless phenomenon tipped the first domino, triggering weeks of cascading delusion?

It had been like the rushing tumble of thousands of dominoes, the unexpected, unbelievable and outrageous circumstances had raced ahead of his ability to make logical decisions. How much of this had he manufactured in his mind?

Evan wished Deana was home. He wouldn’t tell her what happened outside the bathroom door, that was his secret with Candy, but they needed to talk, needed to resolve the tension between them. Plus, having her there would make him stop imagining what she was doing with Rebecca. They probably weren’t really lovers doing the things he thought up, but he was still jealous. Although, that was something else he’d never admit to anyone, not even himself.

He stripped, got under the covers and pulled his long pillow on top of him. He hugged it, pretending it was one of the women he was in love with.


Rebecca sat up in bed, turned towards Deana and said, “Are you serious? I thought—”

“I know, I know, it’s kind of like your plan A, but I know Evan better than you,” Deana said.

“I’m sure you do.”

“I still can’t believe I’m talking to you about this.”

“Feels good not keeping it a secret, doesn’t it?”

Deana shrugged. “Yeah, I feel better not keeping it a secret from you, but it still scares the shit out of me to even be contemplating this… ah, this—I can’t even say it. What’s going to happen to me when it’s actually happening?”

“Hmm, not sure,” Rebecca said, “but hearing you tell your mother we were having a foursome, and now hearing your plan C, makes me think I’ve finally completely corrupted you.”

“I know that look, Reb.”

“I can’t help it, your plan made me so horny.” Rebecca sat on top of Deana’s stomach.

“Your parents are home.”

“I’ll put a pillow over your face and they’ll never know.”


Candy stood in the doorway to the adjoining office, and said, “I’m getting something to drink, you want anything?” She took John’s grunt as a no and closed the bedroom door behind her.

When she reached the kitchen, she passed the light switch without flipping it up and let her robe open. She felt like a little girl sneaking a cookie from the jar. Her nipples buzzed. What would John do if he caught her with her robe wide open where Evan might see her? Her pussy lips tingled and got warm. She turned the water on. She’d be wet before a glass could be filled. The cool edge of the counter on her skin made her gasp. She closed her eyes and put her hands under the hot water.

In her mind, Evan was behind her, they were supposed to be washing potatoes, but she was holding his big, strong hands. His arms were rubbing the sides of her breasts. He had to have known that, but did he know how her nipples reacted to his touch? Did he know his hard erection was pressed against her and that her pussy had automatically released its lubrication, preparing for what she wanted?

The potato washing hadn’t been planned, so she couldn’t have foreseen the resulting consequences, but she’d taken her bra off and worn a thin, tight shirt. That had excited her just like having her breasts and pussy exposed now was exciting her. The look on Evan’s face would have been enough, but she’d let it go too far. He’d touched her where nobody except her husband should have, and he’d rubbed that thing on her. That planted the seed in her mind and she’d nurtured it until it was a full grown tree of fantasies. The only saving grace was that she hadn’t gone up to his room that night.

Candy let her robe fall from her shoulders and she imagined the look on Evan’s face if he were to turn that corner. Was she that desperate for attention? No, it wasn’t attention she wanted, it was affection and appreciation and love. Not like she got from a child, but the love a woman needs from a man.

Evan wasn’t coming around that corner and if Candy heard his door open, she’d grab her robe and flee. Disgusted with herself, Candy put her robe on and headed back to her tomb. Would any of this be happening if John gave her love and affection or at least a fuckin’ orgasm?


The night’s dreams had been plagued with race cars violently pulling and pushing Evan’s body. He was stomping on the accelerator over and over again, trying to make the car go faster, yet Cindy still drove away from him like he was standing still. Every dream sequence ended the same way, him hitting the wall. Though, none of those crashes woke him up.

It was Evan’s final dream that brought a premature end to his sleep. In it, he thought he was at his house, coming out of the bathroom. It seemed to be a replay of what his mother had done yesterday when she was fucking with him. She was touching his shoulder, and he was afraid he was getting a boner, then he wasn’t sure it was his mother. Dreams are so weird; jumping from one place to another, merging and scrambling events, and swapping people without any warning.

The soft caressing hand continued down to his chest. Then there were two hands massaging his sore muscles. It was just him and the hands now, but he was uneasy like he might know the owner of those hands shouldn’t be touching him like that. He looked down and saw the person’s feet and their calves. His growing cock was lifting the towel. He was afraid now. Why couldn’t he see the rest of the person touching him?

An index finger was tracing the hills and valleys of his flexing abs. Then it followed the rim of his towel from hip to hip. It was about to fall, he couldn’t move, couldn’t grab it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he looked again, his cock was standing at attention, wobbling like a diving board that had just sprung back. He wanted to stroke it; he wanted to finish what he had been doing, jerking off in a pair of panties. Hadn’t he just been about to cum in his sister’s panties?

No, he wasn’t. The hand was back, moving towards his dick. He was too afraid to look up, he didn’t want to know who was touching him. The fingers circling his purple knob made him shiver. They traced a thick pulsing vein and wrapped around his shaft. His moan of pleasure embarrassed and shamed him.

It was weird seeing only a hand jerking him off. His balls were throbbing, on the brink of letting his load go, but he was holding it back. It was like when he was about to shoot cum all over Miss Tonya’s tits; it felt wrong. His balls jerked. He was past the point of no return, but still desperately trying to make his orgasm wait. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around thin air. His frantic gasping breaths slowed. The thin air turned into warm, soft flesh. He held the smooth, round, meaty globes and pressed his erection against the moist skin. His mother’s naked body felt better than he could have imagined. He buried his nose in her hair and hunched his body, sliding his cock across her belly. He was ready to cum again. Everything was perfect, except for the strawberries.

The smell ripped Evan from the best sex dream he’d ever had. It wasn’t unusual to wake from a dream about peeing and have to take a piss, but Evan had never woken up from a sex dream ready to cum. He was wide awake now, but he’d brought everything from his dream with him. The smell of strawberries, the warm flesh, the moist skin, the glorious ass and a quickly approaching orgasm. How the fuck does someone wake up ready to cum?

Gloria was on top of him, her hot breath on his neck, his nose was in her hair and his hands were on her butt. His chest tightened, but not from fear. It was because of what had been missing, love. Holding her felt too good to do the right thing. She’d gotten on top of his naked body. She knew about erections, she’d drawn them. If he could fall asleep again, he could finish without any guilt. His sister probably wouldn’t even wake up; she hadn’t yet.

There was material separating his sister’s breasts from Evan’s chest, but not his throbbing cock. Gloria’s stomach was on his dick head, and his shaft sank into her pubic mound. He closed his eyes and heard Jason’s words, “At least you didn’t fuck her. Imagine you’d fucked your sister in your sleep.”

Part of him, the evil part, wished it had happened before he woke up so he couldn’t be held responsible. Now that he knew what might happen, he couldn’t go back to sleep, but he wanted to. Gloria’s butt changed shape under his hands. Her muscles tightened and relaxed. She sighed, and her ass muscles flexed with more determination. The wet skin from his dream touched the ridge bulging from the base of his boner. Was his sister having a sex dream of her own?

The devil on his left shoulder told him to pretend he was asleep and see what happened. Then he realized his hands were helping her move. He could feel her stomach muscles tightening and arching her body. More of her wetness was sliding up his shaft. People sleepwalk, but do they sleep-fuck?

Gloria’s middle lifted and silky flesh kissed the tip of his dick, then a warm wetness wrapped around the top of his cock. “Gloria,” he dug his fingers into her butt and prevented her from impaling herself, “wake up.”

“I am.” His sister lifted her head. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were rosy.

“Why are you—”

“Because.” Gloria flopped like a fish pulled from the water, and the head of his cock dug into the doughy wet flesh between her legs. Gloria’s cheeks flushed and her eyes showed the same shock he felt. He could have—should have—thrown her off, but he didn’t. His cock bent and plowed through her slit, then lodged back between their bodies. “Ah,” Gloria sighed.

His hands on her ass had her firmly pressed against his body, but his sister was still wiggling, pleasuring her clit. “Gloria, what are you doing? We—you can’t do that. You shouldn’t even be here.” He hoped his expression matched his words and not the desire he felt.

“Nobody will know,” Gloria said. “Dad already left for work and—”

“You still can’t do that…I could have, I almost did. Do you know what could have happened?”

“If I didn’t I’d be pretty stupid,” she said. “What do you think I was doing?”

“I thought you were sleeping. Doesn’t matter anyway because I don’t want to.”

“Feels like it to me,” she said.

He wouldn’t convince her while holding her butt, so he let go, grabbed her shoulders and lifted her. Her knees came around and dug into his sides. Now she was sitting upright on his throbbing dick. Her T-shirt was tight and there was a ridge from one nipple to the other. She’d have big melons soon, like her mother. He looked down. Gloria’s T-shirt was bunched up around her hips and her thick, curly blonde bush was framed between them. His erection was sticking out from under her crotch like the evil witch’s legs from under the house. His sister’s pussy didn’t look anything like he imagined it would when he had her panties on his face. She had a well defined mound above her pubic bone and labia below it. Her pussy lips were spread open, clinging to his cock. He grabbed her hips and stopped her from rubbing on him. Could Jason have been right? “If you’re squirting in her panties you must want to fuck her.”

“Jeez, Gloria, that doesn’t mean…doesn’t mean anything. That just happens, and it can happen in my sleep. You almost made me—Never mind.”

“Like you did on my leg?”

“What?” Evan started to feel like Deana was right, Gloria did have him wrapped around her finger.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Gloria said. “I did it. I didn’t mean to, not at first, I guess, but it was under my leg, and it got hard, so I thought you liked it.