Potential Part 18

Hello readers:
This is always the last thing I do before posting a new chapter, and every time I’m doing it, I say to myself, “The next chapter won’t take a month if it kills me.” I’m not dead, but I’m two seasons behind on The Blacklist. One of these days I’ll get to it.
Congratulations to anyone who has lasted this long. Potential has just hit 189,549 words.
I’d like to extend my greatest appreciation to those who read it and give me feedback. Especially the one person who has consistently followed through with their offer to proofread. You know who you are. Thank you.
If you make it to the end of this chapter, get your ass to the comments section and give me feedback. Remember, this is a learn as I go hobby. I have no fuckin’ idea what I’m doing.
I’ll keep trying to go faster, but almost everything I’m writing now is full of emotional shit that requires me to get angry, sad, horny, jealous and in love. I don’t know about ya’ll, but I don’t always want to feel all those emotions in any one day.
Read and enjoy, that’s why I do this.


P o t e n t i a l
by Bistander

Chapter 18
Correct and Protect


The decision Evan made—do whatever Deana needed him to do—was easily justified. He would do it because he loved her. As long as his motives were good, the whole thing had to be good, right. With that rationale, the memories of Deana’s ass on the table, her beautiful bald pussy and her glazed over eyes flowed freely through Evan’s mind, without guilt or remorse. The years of denying and resisting had created a stockpile of desire. Now, that the time for their “workout” was quickly approaching, his excitement and anticipation mounted. Unfortunately, so had his nervousness. He felt like he was going on a blind date with a playboy bunny who expected to have the best sex of her life. He was afraid he’d blow his load too quickly or not be able to get it up. There was something else troubling him, too.

Evan hadn’t faced his mother since she came home and interrupted him and Deana while his sister was getting off on the kitchen table. Deana hadn’t come upstairs to let him know if their mother suspected anything. That meant the next time he saw his mother; he would have to deal with two colossal worries, kissing her and wondering if she knew something about him and Deana. That was going to be uncomfortable, but it would be worse if his father were home. He decided he needed closure with his mother. She had to be regretting what happened and it was just a matter of time until she told him, so he’d get it over with now.


The hallway outside his mother’s room felt haunted. Evan was prepared for some kind of lecture about how big of a mistake it was, how wrong it was and—What? He didn’t know and thought about turning back, but his knuckles were already hitting the door. They sounded like thunder booming in his head. He couldn’t run away now, so he waited for what felt like five minutes before hearing, “Come in.” Shit, this was it. He turned the knob and tried to put on one of Deana’s coy, diversionary smiles.

“Ah.” His breath caught somewhere between his lungs and throat. He gulped. “Mom, sorry, I’ll come back.”

“No,” she waved dismissively, “come in.”

Without makeup, his mom was Candy, a sixteen-year-old girl with a woman’s body. He was awestruck. “I didn’t realize you weren’t dressed. Sorry.”

“Dressed, I’m dressed.” She pulled the belt tight and made a bow. Her waist was actually that thin in contrast to her bodacious breasts and hips. She roughed up her wet hair. Somehow, even the thick terrycloth wasn’t enough to hold back her bulging nipples. He looked down at her short sexy legs and pretty little feet, then her red panties flashed through his mind. “What?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“What did you want?”

That was a good question. Why was he there?

“Evan, you gonna speak or stand there with your mouth hanging open?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Think, think, think. “Mom, um, I don’t think you should get involved in the racing thing.” He watched his mother move towards him and wondered if he was shaking.

“Nonsense.” She put her arms around his waist, pulled him against her, then she leaned back and looked up. “That’s what I’m here for, to help.”

“But, ah—” His arms wrapped around her. “Um.” The fresh shower smell was making him dizzy.

“Honey,” she tightened her arms, “we don’t need to talk about what happened earlier, do we?”

“No,” he said.

“Good. Sometimes things happen that you don’t expect, and it’s better to keep them secret. You understand, right?”

What the fuck does she mean? “I do, I understand,” he said. So much for closure. “About racing, I’m worried that—”

“Shh, I’ll handle your father. He’ll be late tonight. It’s the last time he’ll get to play golf before China, so they went out after, but I’ll take care of it, soon.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I know, Honey, I know you do, and I love you, too.”



Candy sat and hung her head, considering the ambiguous words she’d spoken to Evan. She had come home from Tonya’s with an unwavering sense of responsibility. Her intention was to set Evan straight; he could never kiss her again. Although, the road to Hell wasn’t paved with good intentions. It was a Slip’ N Slide of wrong choices, and Candy had taken a running start at it that morning. Now, she had to decide if she was going to act like a mother or a character from one of those Sidney Sheldon novels she’d read as a teenager.

As Deana’s mother, it was Candy’s responsibility to correct and protect. That was why Candy had waited in the kitchen for Deana. She knew Rebecca wasn’t there, and she couldn’t believe Evan was involved, that meant she only needed to discipline her stepdaughter for the lascivious act. What went wrong?

Earlier, when Deana turned the corner, Candy’s heart jerked in her chest, and she grasped Deana’s bare arms. The girl was good at hiding her feelings, but the radiating glow from Deana’s face couldn’t be switched off. She was oozing a sexual energy that made Candy envious. Without saying a word, she wrapped Deana in a firm hug. She had never loved her daughter so deeply.

More good intentions had greased the Slip’ N Slide, and Candy continued her descent. Was she weak and driven by the erratic winds of her emotions, or was she going insane?


The pace and intensity of Evan’s punches and kicks grew more aggressive. He wasn’t mad at anyone or anything, but anger had manifested out of the cluster-fuck of emotions he was experiencing. He still didn’t have a clue whether or not his mother wanted him to kiss her and keep it a secret or don’t kiss her and keep it a secret. After he left her room and walked through the kitchen, another option had popped into his head; she could have been talking about what happened on the table. Deana was sleeping when he went to ask her what happened with their mother; then he fell asleep until dinner. Now, he was waiting for Deana to come workout with him or do whatever she needed him to do.

His foot slammed into the side of the heavy bag over and over again. He intended to have sex with his sister, and that scared him. More because he wanted to than anything else. He was also nervous like it was going to be his first time. It was Deana’s first, and it had to be the best she ever had. Damn it, where is she?

Evan stopped kicking when he heard his name. He turned around. Deana was at the bottom of the staircase, but she wasn’t dressed for working out. She swung her head and tossed her hair over her shoulder, then started towards him. Whatever Evan had been feeling a few seconds ago was replaced by bewilderment. What happened to his sister? Deana looked older and more mature. Her eyes made him nervous. With each step, a slender thigh parted the short flaps of her robe. Evan stared and asked, “How long have you been there?”

Deana stopped and said, “Fifteen kicks,” then her fingertip drew a line down the center of his sweaty chest.

“You’re not dressed for working out.” He watched her finger circling his belly button.

Deana said, “I know,” and moved her hands to his waist. Her lower lip quivered after her tongue moistened it. She was going to kiss him.

Discernment came to Evan like an oncoming freight train. He knew what would happen if he let his sister’s lips touch his. The impact would be more profound than kissing Candy, and what he had been afraid of for years would happen. It was his last chance to stop it. “Dee,” he whispered and pulled her body against his.

Deana’s quick breaths swept over his dry lips, and Evan found little motivation to get out of the way. He closed his eyes and waited for the train to hit him.

His sister’s lips were warm and moist. He tightened his arms around her waist and squeezed the air from her lungs. The inside of her mouth was hot on his tongue. They had never kissed without him holding something back. The decision he had made earlier freed him from all of his self-imposed moral restrictions. He felt thirteen again, deeply in love and on fire with new and exciting feelings.

Their tongues and bodies were moving with lustful aggression. Deana slowed down and wiggled side-to-side with a determined purpose. He filled his lungs and let the silky fabric of his sister’s nipples slide across his chest, then he stepped back and watched the robe finish opening. Her cotton-puff domes swelled and turned a darker shade of pink. He reached for her neck and moved his hands outward. Deana’s robe slipped off her shoulders. She straightened her arms and let it drop to the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of her bald pubic mound. He couldn’t remember if he had ever looked straight down a girl’s body while she was standing up. Deana’s pussy hill grew gradually, then burst from her groin where a thin line divided it into two plump flesh mounds that demanded his full attention. Evan licked his lips and looked into Deana’s eyes.

The sound of his erection slapping against his stomach made him look. His sister’s hands were still pushing his shorts down. “I wanna feel it against me,” Deana said and started kissing him again.

He slid his hands down her back, grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her into him. His throbbing dick was sandwiched between them. He hunched and his cock slid up Deana’s belly until his balls hit her pubic bone. He moved a hand down to her thigh and lifted, hoping his sister would wrap her leg around him. Then he would lift her, and she could hug him with both legs and arms. His sister could crush him with her love while he eased her body onto his throbbing erection. Years of expectation were about to be fulfilled.

Deana huffed and pushed back. “Oh, Evan.” She was staring at the cock that jutted out at her.

“What?”

“It’s so big. Let me do this…um, first,” she said.

“Ah.” His sister’s soft hands were cool, and his balls tried to retreat, then settled comfortably into her palms.

Deana started lowering her body. “They’re heavy.” She looked up. “I wanna give you a blow job.”

When Evan had his closed, and they were in the heat of the moment, it would have been easy to push his dick inside his sister. Now, Deana was on her knees with his pulsing erection in front of her face, telling him she wanted to suck his cock. That made it real and gave him pause. Deana wouldn’t even know how to give head, would she? “But—”

“Shh.” She pulled his cock down until the tip touched her lips, then she kissed it. “Let me…I want to.”

Her pink tongue circled the purple head. Then her lips sealed around it, and her tongue flicked the tip. He felt the pull of her mouth drawing him in. His sister made a slurping sound, and her tongue circled the crown of his cock. That pushed his button labeled, blinding-unstoppable lust. “Oh, fuck.”

Her teeth grazed his sensitive flesh; then his head slid across the roof of her mouth. She sucked blood into his throbbing knob. “Ah, Deeee.” Her lips tightened, and her cheeks caved in. His dick head was tingling, and his mind was spinning. He was getting a blowjob from his sister. “Dammit, that feels good!”

Deana forced her glistening eyes up and smiled with her lips wrapped around his shaft, then continued blowing him. He realized his body had started rocking, gently pushing in and out of his sister’s mouth. Deana’s eager sucking sounds became louder and more obscene. She grabbed his hips and pulled herself forward. The jerking spasms in her throat grabbed the bulb of his cock, and a tremor went through his guts. Deana gagged and backed off. “Easy, don’t choke yourself.”

She wiped her eyes and looped her fingers around the spit line on his shaft. “I thought I could get all of it.”

“Who cares,” he said. “It feels great…what you’re doing feels great.”

“I thought I’d try, anyway.”

He watched her wet lips form an oval and slip around the tip of his dick. Then she sucked it in with a slurp. “Ah, that’s good. Fuckin’ incredible.”

Deana held his cock in her mouth with the ridge of his dome hooked behind her front teeth. Her folded legs moved further apart, lowering her body. She arched her back and tilted her head. Her eyes were big and expressive. His shaft bent at a downward angle that matched the angle of her neck. He could see her determination to please and feel her love. He gulped and watched her face move up his dick. The previous spit marker vanished, and his pulsating head opened her throat. His sister’s eyes bulged, and tears ran down her cheeks. He followed the curve of her back to her butt and wished he could hold it.

Air rushed past Deana’s lips, and he sank further into her mouth. Her convulsing throat stroked his dick top, and her teeth tightened on the thickness of his shaft. She backed off slowly, increasing the power of her suck as she went. Her eyes never stopped staring him down. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, even with her mouth stretched around a dick.

One of her hands ceased his balls and the other was between her legs.