Potential Part 17

Hello readers. If this is your first chapter of Potentail, I encourage you to start from chapter 1. You’ll enjoy it more that way.

I know it has taken a ridiculous amount of time to post these chapter, but I swear, I’m going as fast as I can. If you’re still hanging in there with me, I thank you, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep making it worth reading.


Potential
by Bistander

Chapter 17
The truth will set you free


Deana’s day was ending the way it started, in disappointment, but she only wasted a minute sulking about what happened in the hallway, then eased back into bed.

“Well, what happened?” Rebecca asked and rolled on her back next to Deana. “That didn’t take long enough.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Evan, I thought you left to go find Evan?”

“Rebecca!”

“I thought after this morning; you’d make sure it happened. Did you change your mind? You don’t want him to be your first, anymore?”

“It’s midnight.”

“So, isn’t that why you snuck out?”

“I didn’t sneak out,” Deana said. “I had to pee. I was being quiet, so I didn’t wake you, that’s all.”

“And you just happened to have to pee when Evan finished showering.”

“No, I had to go before that, but he was in the shower, so I had to wait. And I didn’t go when he finished, I waited a few minutes.”

“You chickened out.”

“Reb, this is a big deal.”

“Huge!”

“That’s right, huge. Maybe reality hit. He’s my brother. It’s not like we can have a relationship. Everybody knows he’s my brother. Shit, we’re twins.”

“Dee, what’s really bugging you?” Rebecca asked. “I saw you kick Teddy. Are you scared?”

“No.”

“It’s normal, even if he wasn’t your brother, but you said you want your first time to be with somebody you really, really love, and you don’t want to wait.”

“Okay, so I’m nervous,” she said. “Let’s not talk about it anymore…Today has already been a letdown, and it’s late.”

Rebecca sighed. “Okay.”

“Thanks, Reb. I love you.”

“Prove it, kiss me.”

Deana felt her tension ease. She put her hand on Rebecca’s stomach. “Hey!” She felt around under the covers. “What happen to your PJs?”

“I took them off.”

She considered the situation for a second, then said, “We can’t cuddle like this.”

“I know,” Rebecca said.

Deana pushed her cotton pants down, kicked them off and removed her top; then she threw them. “Now we can cuddle.”

“Baby, you can spoon me all night.”

“Mm, you’re so good to me,” she said.

“Friends with awesome benefits.” Rebecca got on her side and wiggled back into the silky curves of Deana’s body.

Deana put her arm around Rebecca’s waist and slipped her thigh between Rebecca’s. A soothing peace warmed her heart, and a tear trickled from her eye. She had fallen for the tumbler in a bad way.


The last summer vacation of Evan’s high school years was the one he expected the most out of. Making out with Deana in front of Rebecca had kicked it off with a bang. Did that foretell of or pave the path to this?

If his mother hadn’t stopped him, he would have had her ass in his hands, and he would have been ramming his cock into her crotch when Deana opened her door. Shit, if his sister hadn’t interrupted them, he would have fucked Candy right there without regard for anything or anyone. His father, who lurked around in the night, had been home. What if he had caught them?

You pussy, he thought. He had imagined it for years, and over the last few weeks, he had touched his mother with purpose, gone in her room and peeked at her pussy, shot a load in her panties and rubbed his erection against her back while his arms sank into the overflow of her braless tits. What had he expected would happen?

If Evan had a container large enough or a window he could get away with peeing out, he would have chosen one of those over leaving the safety of his room. He grunted and got out of bed, then pulled on a pair of boxers. He had gone to bed naked, just in case his mother came to finish what they started. How stupid it had been to think she would chance getting caught in his room.

The stairs groaned under Evan’s feet, so he stepped as close to the wall as possible to limit their cry. Eventually, he would have to face his mother, but not yet. Deana, he thought, I need to talk to Deana, first. Too bad he couldn’t tell her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Jeez, when was the last time he told the truth? Deana had to know something was up, she’d seen them. If he could find a way to start a conversation, his sister would do the rest. But what about kissing Deana, seeing her naked and wanting to shove his raging hard on in her?

They were twins, connected like one, so what if they kissed or saw each other naked. That barely raise the needle on his moral meter compared to committing adultery with his father’s wife. Shoot, ten years from now, what happened with Deana would be something they laughed about, but sex with the woman he had to call mom, had the potential to alter life like a Back to the Future time machine.


After pissing, Evan brushed his teeth, washed his face and peeked into the hallway, expecting his mother to appear out of thin air. When she didn’t, he stuck his head out and listened. Gloria’s voice was distant, and Deana’s door was closed. Perfect, his mother and Gloria were in the kitchen and Deana was in her room. All he needed to do was get in there without giving himself away. He felt like a cat burglar sneaking around his house.

“Deana,” he whispered outside her door, then decided these were extraordinary circumstances, and he opened the door without knocking.

His sister was sound asleep, spooning Rebecca. Holy shit, I should leave, he thought, then closed the door behind him and walked towards the bed. Pajama tops and bottoms were scattered on the floor. The girls were facing him, only a sheet partially covering them. Deana’s arm was around Rebecca’s waist, and their legs were a tangled mess. His sister’s dark complexion was the only thing that distinguished hers from Rebecca’s. As creepy as it was, he stood at the end of the bed and watched them sleep. They were naked. Shouldn’t Deana have been worried about their parents?

Deana’s face was in Rebecca’s scattered hair like she might have been kissing the tumbler’s neck. It was a beautiful scene, and part of him was jealous, the rest of him found it erotic. He went around the right side of the bed, behind Deana, and lowered his butt to the mattress. “Dee, I need you,” he said.

When she didn’t even twitch, he laid next to her and put his arm over both girls. “I need you…need to talk to you.”

Rebecca stirred long enough to pull his arm against her chest. He moved his face closer to Deana’s ear, ready to try again, but before he spoke, his sister’s scent and exposed neck reminded him of the previous morning. She told him he could kiss her anytime he wanted, and right then, he wanted to. He licked his lips, then placed them on her skin. It was moist and salty on his tongue. Rebecca shifted, and the silky center of her tit moved under the palm of his hand. She must think it’s Deana’s hand. It was clearly a breach of ethics, but the thrill it gave him made it easy to justify.

He opened his mouth and placed it on his sister’s throat. “Dee, wake up, or I’m going to kiss you.” Nothing, so he used his teeth and tongue to make her respond. “Wake up.”

“Mmm, I am,” Deana said.

Dammit, he was holding Deana’s best friend’s tit while sucking on his sister’s neck. Fuck the moral compass. He rolled Rebecca’s growing nipple between his fingers. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

“Ah, why would I when you were promising to kiss me?”

“Because I told you, no more kissing. I need to talk to you.”

“We could kiss first, then talk?”

Rebecca didn’t make a sound, but she had his hand in hers. Her mouth encased his finger and sucked it. How much did Rebecca know about him and Deana? “I told you, I can’t kiss you anymore.”

“Then why are you in my bed whispering, ‘I need you,’ in my ear?”

“Because I do,” he said. “Shoot, I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted to talk, um, to you, and I didn’t want to wake Rebecca up.”

“Don’t worry, we could bounce on the bed next to her and she wouldn’t wake up.”

Wanna bet, he thought and pictured the cute tumbler’s face grinning as she moved his spit-slickened finger back to her nipple. “But it’s private, ah, what I want to talk about.”

“Kiss me before you talk, or I won’t be able to concentrate,” Deana said.

“Nah, we shouldn’t do that anymore.” He watched Deana turn her head towards him, then said, “Just one,” and placed his lips over hers. It was one thing to kiss your sister in front of her friend on a dare, but making out with her while feeling her friend up, that was bizarre.

He got his hand out of the way when he realized where Deana’s was heading. His sister wanted to feel Rebecca up, too. “Deana,” he mumbled, “this is weird, what we’re doing right now.”

“What, you rather talk?” Deana huffed. “Racing, right? You ask mom yet? I’m telling you, she’ll help you. She’s been acting, um, acting different, you know, like she used to. I’m sure she’ll take up for you.”

“I told you, she was acting weird, but you didn’t see it.”

“So, I noticed, recently. It’s not a big deal.”

“I still don’t think I should put her in that position.”

“Ooh, what position you got in mind?”

“Jeez, what’s wrong with you.”

“Me? You’re the one who got a boner while talking to her. What if your towel had fallen and that—”She shoved her butt back into his groin—“popped up in front of her?”

He sighed. “I didn’t get a boner talking to mom. I had it when I ran into her.”

“It’s hard to hide something that big under a towel. I saw it and I bet she did too. What was she doing up?”

“I think you’re spending too much time with the tumbler. She’s rubbing off on you.”

“I’m asleep, not deaf,” Rebecca said. “Is it really too big to hide under a towel? Can I see?”

“Asleep my ass,” Deana said. “Eavesdropper!”

“Jeez, I gotta go…go talk to mom.”

Deana bumped him again. “Better take care that or she might notice, again.”

Rebecca popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box. “Might notice what? Maybe I can help take care of it for—”

“Go back to pretending you were sleeping,” Deana said and shoved her friend.

“Holy shit, I came in here for help,” he said.

“I can help,” Rebecca said and tried to get up, but Deana held her down and said, “Go give her a massage. That will distract her or give her an—”

“Shut up,” he said.

“Give her what,” Rebecca said, “an orgasm like you supposedly had when—”

“Rebecca!”

Evan wasn’t sure if his sister was serious or fucking with him, but either way, it was time for him to get the hell out of there before Jason’s three favorite words happened while his mother was two rooms away.


Jason had taken a shower the night before, but he sensed there was still dirt in his pores, so he decided another wouldn’t hurt. Once the water was hot enough, he got in, closed his eyes and started thinking about Billy Joe. He had gotten so close to sneaking her away while Evan was busy with Cindy and his uncle. Ticket girl had to go check in with her mother and BJ loosened up. It might not have been a sure thing, but the vibe’s he was getting from her had him feeling fairly confident that he would get in her pants or at least find out if her tits felt as good as they looked. Mm, ripe peaches.

They found themselves frozen in the awkward stare of two people about to kiss for the first time. He moved his hands to her waist. She grabbed his forearms but didn’t push his hands away, so he angled his head and moved in. She rose to the balls of her feet and met him. Without hesitation, their kiss went straight to demanding and hungry, like they had both been waiting for it too long.

Their passion and his expectations had been shut down by the approaching KK. Billy Joe reverted to her quiet demeanor, and it was ticket girl who took her some place where nobody could see them. If it weren’t for Evan driving, he would have spent more time trying to find them. Cindy was wrong; they weren’t a little off, they were way off.

Now that Jason was in the shower with his eyes closed, imagining Billy Joe’s mouth and how her kisses set him on fire; it was easy to see how familiar it had been. If he had gotten her into hiding, maybe he could have found out if she was as willing and wild as Becky, also.

Becky slipped inside the shower curtain at the end of the tub and squeezed under the cone of water with him. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“You’re gonna use all the hot, so I figured I’d get some now.”

“I locked the door.”

“I know,” she said. “I used my nail file.”

“Fuck, what if I was—”

“I would have watched until you finished. I’ve always wanted to see a guy jack off.”

He huffed. “Figures!”

“Don’t act like you’re not glad I’m here,” Becky said and grabbed his partially erect cock. “Look, you been thinking about me.”

Jason looked down at the tiny hand grasping his dick. “That’s not the point,” he said and watched her tongue curl around the corner of her mouth. “Mom’s home.”

“You worry too much.” Becky turned into him and sandwiched his leg between her thighs. “I’ll put on my robe and say you barged in on me because I was taking too long. That wouldn’t be unusual.”

He flexed his muscles against the pussy that was smashed on his leg and tilted her head back, then convinced himself that without pigtails his sister didn’t look like Billy Joe. Then a toe curling kiss confirmed they used their lips and tongues alike. He pumped his thigh up and down on Becky’s crotch. A hot spike drilled into his skin. “Are you—” His sister bit his lower lip.

“Ah, yeah, yeah, I am. Isn’t it amazing how hot pee is?”

He watched Becky’s face while she relieved herself. It resembled the stages of her orgasms. When the boiling fluid stopped pouring down his leg, he said, “Yes,” and started kissing her again. He could only hope Billy Joe was one-third as wild as his sister.

Becky got a bar of soap and started lathering his balls and cock. He stared, trying to comprehend how good it felt. She pulled his flesh back with one hand, then the other twisted on his knob like she was revving a motorcycle. “Mmmm,” she purred. “It feels good, mmm, good and ready.” He was disappointed that she didn’t finish him off and let him watch her face while cum squirted on her stomach. “Turn off the water,” Becky said. He did and followed his sister out of the shower.

“This will work,” she said and knelt down in front of the toilet. “Yeah, it will.” His sister bent over, and her ass cheeks separated, displaying her puckered anus. He got down behind her. Becky’s pussy swells appeared between her legs and parted, revealing her red inner meat. It had seemed like a big target that morning she bent over brushing her teeth, but now, compared to Darlene’s fat cunt bulging between her thick thighs, it seemed too small. He wouldn’t be able to fuck his sister in this position the way he plowed the redhead.

“Fuck me like a dog,” Becky said. “Hard…the way you fucked Darlene.”

He pulled back and clamped down on his shaft, then poked the dome between her legs. His sister’s hand was on her pussy, spreading her flaps. She extended her fingers and formed a scoop to guide him in. The flesh groove was warm, but the mouth of her pussy was hot on the tip of his cock. He applied a steady pressure. Becky’s fingers worked around his pancaked dome. He gasped, and Becky grunted.

“Ahhh, fuck yeah,” she slurred. “Do me, do your bitch. Show me how you gave it to Darlene.”

“Not so loud. We don’t know where mom is.”

“Just fuck me. Mom’s got her ear to the door and she wants to hear you fuck me hard…make me scream.”

His sister’s words should have been a bucket of cold water thrown over two stuck dogs, but they made him shove into her violently. Becky’s back arched like a swatted mutt. “Ah, too far, that’s too far.”

He eased back and moved his fist further up his shaft. Before he pushed in again, Becky shoved her ass at him. He looked down, and her tiny butt hole stared back at him. His sister’s body started moving, building up speed and force while her fingers whaled on her clit. She was fucking herself harder than he would have done her. He reached under her chest and found her nipples. They were extended the width of his thumbs. He pinched and milked them out to their solid tips.

Becky’s whimpers changed to moans when his hips started moving. She shoved back as he thrust forward. His sister swung her arm across the top of the toilet tank and discarded all of the items, then she planted her elbows on the lid and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. Her groin was smashed down on the oval front of the bowl. He forced one of his hands between the seat and her body. The tips of his fingers reached around her pubic bone. He could feel his wet prick sliding in and out of Becky’s stretched pussy. Her groin bulged against his palm each time he thrust into her. Their mother wouldn’t need to have her ear on the door anymore. She wouldn’t even have to be near the door to know what they were doing.

“Oh, yes, yes, big brother, oh, big brother you’re fucking me so good.”

“Ah, ah, you little…” He bit his tongue, and his strokes became shorter and faster. His balls weren’t swinging anymore, and his cock stiffened and swelled. Becky’s body undulated, meeting his short stabs and humping her crotch on the toilet. He could feel her tunnel clamping down on his bloated dick head in an orgasmic rhythm, and the last thing in the world he wanted to do was pull out of his sister.

“Ahhh, shit, shit, do it…ah, yeah, do it, do it on my ass,” Becky said. “Cum on my ass.”

There was a split second of sanity, and Jason yanked his body backward. His orgasm was flying through the air when his cock emerged from Becky’s cunt. Her pink anal bud flexed in response to the bullseye his hot cream made. He ran his slippery, spurting cock up his sister’s back. He wrapped his arms around her chest and pulled her against him, still humping her back. His dick ejected the rest of his cum between their bodies. They panted and rubbed together, smearing the creamy load on their sweat coated skin.

“Becky, oh, Becky, we can’t keep this up,” he said. “Not without getting caught.”

“Mm, but that was so good,” she said. “Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was,” he said. “too good.”

“We’ll be more careful…ah, next time.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“Honestly,” Becky said, “I don’t know. I get so, um, so…I lose it sometimes.”

“Mm, me too, I guess, but let’s try because I don’t think mom will really be into hearing us fuck.”

His sister turned her head, and he saw the same evil sparkle in her eyes that he had seen while she pissed on Paula’s book bag.