Potential Part 2_(1)

Disclaimers: This is a creative, nonfiction story based on actual events. All names, locations and time-lines have
been changed to protect the guilty. I have also added details and events to make it a good story while maintaining
anonymity.

Potential
by Bistander

Chapter 2

The Big Secret in Bubble-butt Heaven

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The next day at school, Evan scanned the cafeteria before putting his tray on the table and sliding in across from Jason Barnes, his best friend. “Hey,” he said.

“Who you huntin’” Jason said, “that fucken redhead?”

“Her name’s, Darlene.” Evan stuck a straw into his juice container.

“You know, it’s just the thrill of the unattainable? She’s not that good looking. That gap between her front teeth—”

“She’s got a-hell-of-a body,” Evan said. “You see her walk and that ass begs you to stare. She pushes up on her tippy-toes with every step. Jeez, she’s got a bubble-butt from bubble-butt heaven, and a rack to die for. She’s got potential.”

“Speaking of butts, how’s the Queen of Bubble-butt Heaven.” Jason smirked and glanced around. “Really, the queen and the princess.”

“You lookin’ at my little sister now, too?”

Jason shook his head side to side. “No, your mother and Deana. Don’t play dumb with me, I know you look.”

“That’s my sister and my mother,” he said. “Jeez, and Deana thinks I’m a pervert.”

“Stepmother, and she’s totally a goddess, and she isn’t even thirty yet.”

“Dude, she’s married to my father.”

“Yeah, I guess that is kind of a deal killer, but—”

“Kind of a deal killer?” Evan shook his head and tried to redirect the conversation. “Why do you think Darlene doesn’t give me the time of day?” He sighed. “I got a get laid, soon.”

“Newsflash,” Jason said, “there’s a hot little gymnast following you around like a puppy dog. Why don’t you just bang her? So what if Darlene can suck the chrome off a bumper. Mm, those lips. She does have those lips.”

“Hello!” Evan made his eyes big. “Rebecca is my sister’s best friend.”

“So,” Jason said.

Evan realized he was wasting his time trying to reason with Jason, so he tried again to change the subject. “Hey, those herbs…Wow! Not only bigger, but when I—”

“Easy, TMI.” Jason stuffed the last of his sandwich in his mouth. “Just do the tumbler. Imagine the position she can get in. Just hide it from Princess Bubble-Butt.”

“Shut up,” Evan said. “That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

“So,” Jason said. “Haven’t you ever heard of—”

The bell rang and Evan was glad. They grabbed their trays and headed towards the door like cattle.


Last period finally arrived, and Evan was greeted by Mrs. Beck’s brilliant smile. “Evan,” she said, “you’re always early.”

Busted. He faked an innocent grinned. “Um, my class before is right there.” He pointed behind him in no particular direction. His eyes were glued to her high, round cheeks and brown eyes. Her skin was perfect and her wide mouth was erotic. Did she know he came early to drool over her Asian body?

Evan sat at his desk, stretched out his legs and reached for his crotch. Mrs. Beck was wearing his favorite outfit. Once a month he expected to see the gray slacks that clung to her firm ass, and dipped a little too deep, separating her cheeks. A buzzing in his balls turned quickly to a fire in his groin. He chanced rubbing the length of the cock expanding down his pants leg. Mrs. Beck reached back and grabbed the edge of her desk. Her feet pushed out until her rump rested on the desk. She crossed one foot over the other. Her shoulders pulled back, heaving her chest upward. Her blouse strained over her nipples and her pants squeezed the thickness of her womanhood. He could clearly see the groove that divided her pussy-lips.

Today Mrs. Beck wasn’t his teacher. No, she was a gorgeous woman flaunting her sex appeal. She was asking to be the object of his explicit desires. She wanted him to beat off thinking about her. If only—

Darlene’s jiggling tits led her swinging ass into the room. Her skirt seem shorter and her erect nipples were trying to bore holes in her shirt. Was she even wearing a bra? He dropped Mrs. Beck for someone he might actually have a shot with.

At the end of class, Evan followed Darlene to her locker without saying a word. She leaned forward for her lock and her skirt lifted, revealing more of her creamy-white thighs. He stepped close to her and took a deep breath. “Darlene.”

Without looking back, she said, “Are you staring at my ass?”

Dammit! Think fast. “Yes, yes I am.” She straightened and turned to face him. He added, “It’s hard not to.”

“Thank you, Evan,” she said. “See you tomorrow.” She slammed her locker and walked away.

“Whatever.” He turned without looking up from the floor.


In the parking lot, Evan found Deana sitting on the hood of his car with her legs straight out. Her skirt was pulled up dangerously close to her crotch. “Why are you on my car?” he said. “The paint!”

“Easy,” she said, and dropped her feet and slid off the fender. “I was getting some sun. My poor legs need color.”

“Come on, lets go,” he said.

“What, still can’t get the redhead to bounce on your—”

“Deana!” He put his hand over her mouth. “You’re my sister, we don’t talk about things like that.” He opened his door.

“Just tell me what happened,” she said, ducked in the car and crawled across the front seat.

“Oh, jeez.” Why did he have to see her underwear when they were the ones with red hearts? “I rather not talk about it.” He got in the car. “I don’t get girls.”

“That’s just because we think about things other than sex,” Deana said. “Darlene is a complicated girl.”

“Complicated?” he said, and started driving. “All I’ve ever been is nice to her. I thought she was playing hard to get, but maybe she just thinks I’m ugly.”

“Oh, lord,” Deana said. “First of all, you’re not ugly. You know how many of my friends are into you?”

“Great, that’s great,” he said. “You think maybe you could be friend’s with Darlene?”

“Probably not,” Deana said. “You know she’s seeing a guy who’s not even in school.”

Evan sighed. So, does that mean somebody can’t be nice to her? Besides, I heard he treats her like shit.”

Deana smiled, her black eyebrows arching. “Not every girl wants to be treated nice. She might have issues. You know she’s a foster kid?”

“Ah, I guess I knew that, but never thought it’d make her unfriendly.”

“She’s not unfriendly,” Deana said. “She just has some issues.”

“How do you know so much about her?”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” Deana groaned, kicked off her shoe and turned sideways in her seat. “Help!” She put her foot in his lap. “I don’t know her.”

“For someone who never even runs, you sure get a lot of cramps.” He grabbed her foot, pressed his thumb into the ball and started working it. “You sound like you know her.”

Deana leaned back on the door. “I run in gym class and I played volley ball and she’s part of the club, so I don’t have to know her, to know her.”

“Jeez, what club is that, the double talking evil wenches club?” he said. “And you only played volley ball so you could get out of softball.” His fingers rolled her toes. The nails were painted pink.

“Girls club,” Deana said, “and we’re not evil, just more complicated than boys.”

“Yeah, I guess, you Jane, me Tarzan.”

“Mmmm, that feels good,” she said. “Forget all that for a minute and imagine we were given up for adoption or put in a foster home when mom died. What if we went to different homes. What if we just met now for the first time? I wonder if Darlene had any brothers or sisters.”

He drove on, mindlessly playing with her toes, considering her question. It was something he’d never given any thought to. He tried to never think about their real mother. “You have nice feet,” he said.

“Thanks,” she said, “but don’t change the subject. What if we got shipped off some place, then got separated. We might have forgotten each other.”

“No chance,” he said. “There’s noway I could have forgotten the things you put me through.”

“Yeah, whatever, but you get my point,” Deana said. “Darlene has gone through things you can’t even imagine. Imagine every time she dates somebody she has to worry about if it could be a brother she never knew she had?”

Evan stopped rubbing his sister’s foot. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind. “Are you saying she’s not into me because she thinks I’m her brother?”

Deana raised one brow and squinted her other eye. “I think she’d be able to rule that out. Italians don’t make redheads like Darlene. What I’m getting at is, Darlene is more complicated than the other girls you’ve been banging.”

“Deana, jeez, why do you say things like that!” he said. “As far as you know, I’ve never been, ‘banging,’ as you crudely put it, anyone.”

His sister’s smile was telling, and a little frightening. “Okay, whatever you say,” Deana said. “If you want to ‘Be nice’ to Darlene, like you were being nice to Stacey, then I suggest you learn more about her. She’s not like anyone you’ve ever been into before.”

Evan wondered how much his sister really knew about Darlene. “Seems like you know her better than you’re saying.”

“I’m more perceptive than you, that’s all.”

“I’m perceptive…about things,” he said.

“Not to change the subject, don’t you wish we knew more about mom and had pictures of us and her when we were little? Why do you think dad won’t even talk about it or show us pictures?”

He thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know, I guess he doesn’t want to think about it.”

Deana waited until Evan pulled into their driveway to speak, “But we think about it. More like keeping something from us.”

She opened her door. “Why don’t you see about getting mom to dig some pictures up, she must have some.”

Evan sat there until Deana reached the porch. She had given him plenty to think about.


In the kitchen, Evan found Deana talking at light speed. “Your Highness,” he said, holding Deana’s bag in the air, “here.” He dropped her bag on a chair. She ignored him.

“Hi, Mom,” he said. If he wasn’t careful, “Candy” could still slip out. Last time it happened his father slapped him up-side the head and said, “She’s my wife and that makes her your mother. Don’t let it happen again.”

Candy said, “Hi, Honey,” while nodding at Deana’s verbal brain dump.

He kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom.

After double checking that the bathroom door was locked, Evan flipped the lid up on the hamper. There was something about the feel of a girl’s panties on his bear flesh that made his cock surge to life. He used the underwear to dig his balls out of his pants. Would Jason rub his sister’s underpants on his dick?

The crotch was pungent and it made him dizzy. He tried to picture Mrs. Beck or Darlene, but Candy’s tits kept flashing through his mind. They’re so big and firm, and he remembered them when she was a pregnant teenager with huge, swollen nipples. She went bra-less back then when his parents weren’t home. Maybe that’s why he loved big tits so much?

He slid the soft panties up and down his boner. Deana’s foot on his lap had triggered an unwanted erection, and no matter how hard he’d tried, her heel kept touching it. Had she notice? No, she would have pulled away and called him a pervert, or worse.

He came quickly, but kept pumping his dick with the wet, slippery material. He needed to fuck a real girl again, soon, or he’d go insane. Why did Stacey Bauer have to move to Michigan? They had a wonderful year together. She was as horny as he was, but as soon as they’d gotten into a routine, she was gone. They’d fucked like horny teenagers, but he wished they had more time to find new places and explore new positions. Mostly, they did it on her bathroom floor because that was the only place they could hide from her kid brother, but once he’d talked her into doing it standing up against a tree behind her house.


Darlene got off the school bus and separated herself from the other kids. She wasn’t a loner, but she didn’t fit in with her peers. Not because she felt superior, it was just that she was years ahead of them in experience and suffering.