Potential Part 15

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Potential
by Bistander

Chapter 15
Close Shaves



An hour after Evan had left her room, Deana was still tossing and flipping her pillow, searching for sleep. Before she was awake, he had set off the alarm and activated her defenses. By the time Deana realized it was her brother, fear had engulfed her. That made her angry, and she responded irrationally. How many times had Deana prayed it would be Evan? He had finally come to her, and she ran him off. Thank God for unanswered prayers.

If she had overridden all the ingrained emotions and welcomed Evan with a smile, she might have been able to implement plan D, ahead of schedule. Their father, probably coming for her because Gloria wasn’t home, would have walked in while she was giving Evan the very thing he wanted to steal from her. The mean, angry part of her smiled at the thought. Fuck you, Dad, I’m giving my cherry to a real man, someone who loves me. She, of course, would never put Evan in that position. Now, she had to do damage control and make sure Evan wasn’t suspicious.

Deana closed her eyes and went back in the shower with Evan. The memory of her brother’s dick head jamming into her opening made her stiffen, but in her fantasy world, he glided inside her body. She gave him the most valuable thing a girl can give, once in her life. Evan was the only guy she’d give it to, then for the rest of their lives; they could remember their special moment together.

Why couldn’t she be like Gloria and sneak upstairs, slip into his bed and tell him she had a nightmare? Deana started playing out different scenarios in her mind. Half sleep took hold of her thoughts and built on them; then she entered dream world with Evan on top of her naked body.

Deana’s arm jerked. It was like when you’ve just fallen asleep, and suddenly you’re awake, except she hadn’t just fallen asleep. It was morning, and the remnants of her last dream made her swallow hard. She searched her brain for enough pieces to build a whole scene. Evan had been in her throat, she might have been choking, but it didn’t matter in the dream that she couldn’t breathe.

It amazed her how her mind could take slivers of past events and create a fantastic motion picture while she slept. A bit from the dirt road, the kitchen, the shower and the basement workout all became a long night of Evan almost entering her, then a sudden shift back to them making out. She’d been denied what she wanted, over and over again. Deana threw the covers back and looked at the underwear twisted around her ankles. What the hell had she been doing to herself? It’s time, ready or not, she thought and got out of bed.

In the shower, while her soapy hand moved over the course new growth, fear stabbed her in the gut. What would happen if her father saw that she had shaved her vagina? Didn’t she use to think only a slut would do that?

Once the steam cleared, Deana sat on the edge of the tub and looked down at the mirror she had propped up on the floor. She inched forward, her puckered ring came into view, and a whimper escaped her throat. Rebecca’s tongue had licked and plunged into that sensitive flesh.

The spuurrrup sound sent a chill up her back, but the creamy foam warmed her lewdly exposed crotch. Rebecca had practically done cartwheels, and Evan seemed to like it. She spread the white foam over her lips and along her slit, fighting the urge to finger herself. The razor settled between her silky brown flesh and her vaginal groove. She held her breath and watched the blade clear her skin. It made her dizzy with excitement. She panted while diligently removing every hair.

Deana wiped away the excess cream and stood. She rubbed her ass where the edge of the tub had been gouging into it, then stepped up on the toilet lid. The frontal view of her naked mound and the bald pussy lips between her legs excited her. She slid her hand down her stomach and over her mound. There was a slick line that made it easy for her finger to break the seal. She was ready.

With a new sense of urgency, she stepped down and went to work on her towel. It had to hang seductively at the hinge of her legs and groin. She left the bathroom a mess and tiptoed up the stairs. If Evan didn’t already have morning wood, he would after she was sitting on him. She eased Evan’s door open, stepped inside his room and froze, staring at the empty bed.


At ten minutes to eight, Jason pulled into McDonald’s and yawned until they reached the order window. “What-da-ya want?”

Evan finished his yawn and said, “Number one and two sausage burritos.”

“I assume you want coffee,” Jason said.

“Hell yeah,” he said, “then maybe I can wake up.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have said we were starting so fuc—”

“Order when you’re ready,” the speaker squawked.

After he ordered and pulled forward, Jason finished, “So fuckin’ early.”

“It’s better than having to go back tomorrow,” Evan said. “I need to go to Gloria’s game before the races. Cindy’s gonna let me drive her car for hot laps. Maybe Dale will, too.”

“Don’t the sponsors pay to see the car do good in the race?”

“You wait,” Evan said, “you’re going to eat your words after you see me drive. I killed it during practice.”

“I hope you kill it again and don’t get killed. I don’t have any other friends who hook me up with a sweet hundred bucks for raking some leaves.”

Evan hoped Jason would still be saying that when he saw Ms. Style’s yard. He took the drinks from Jason and said, “That’s what friends are for.” Even if Jason thought it was too much work, meeting Ms. Style would make up for any blisters on his fingers. He started getting their food out of the bag and thought about how to phrase his question.

Jason asked, “Where is this place, anyway?”

“You won’t know where it is, so go West. I’ll tell you when to turn,” Evan said.

“I might know,” Jason said.

“Okay, take us to Beaver Dam Road.”

“Seriously.”

“What, you been there?” Shit, he thought, he was going to have to pay for gas if Jason knew how far it was.

“Ah, no, no, I’ve never been there,” Jason said. “It sounds far. How far is it?”

“No, it’s not that far,” Evan said. “Take the interstate. We’ll be there before you finish eating all that food.”

“You’re paying for half the gas or my pit pass.”

“Fine, just drive.”

All of Deana’s urgency, excitement and determination turned to disappointment, then anger. She laid her towel down and stood next to Evan’s bed, right where she had been the morning she saw his erection move under the sheet. The fear she had felt while taking off her underwear and straddling his body could only be compared with how she felt the first time Rebecca made love to her. Somehow, she had overridden it and placed her pussy on her brother’s dick. Even through the sheet, she felt how hot he was. Her body responded automatically to the touch like it knew what she wanted before she knew. An insane desire consumed her fear and prevented a retreat, even when Evan was waking up. Today, without a sheet between them, things would have turned out different.

Deana laid on her back, opened her legs and put Evan’s pillow on top of her. There was an instinctual desire to have a body on top of her. It was soothing, peaceful, and it gave her a safe feeling. She wrapped her legs around the pillow and forced it against her spread pussy. That was how she wanted it to be when her brother took her virginity. Would he smell her tonight and dream about making love to her, or would he have already done it?

Evan swallowed the last bite of his sausage burrito, gulped his coffee and said, “You look pretty tired, did you stay up late?”

“You’re the one drinking coffee,” Jason said. “I don’t know how you can drink that stuff. It’s nasty.”

“I like it,” he said. “When you’re up late, you ever go in your sister’s room?”

“What?”

He had Jason’s attention now. “You heard me, do you ever go in Becky’s room after your mother goes to bed?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jason asked. “If I wanted to, I would.”

“Would your mother get mad?”

“Huh…why, why you asking?”

“My father got pissed, acted like there was something wrong with me being in Deana’s room after he went to bed.”

“Dude, you finally decided to listen to me and—”

“No!”

“Why else would you be in her room late at night?”

“Same reason you might need to go in Becky’s room,” he said. “Anything, get something, leave something in there or maybe you need to talk to her. Not a big deal, right?”

“No, not a big deal,” Jason said. “Of course, if your sister was giving you head and your dad walked in, then—”

“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “I think he was tripping because I scared him, that’s all.