Potential Part 30_(1)

Potential

by Bistander

Chapter 30

Playing with Fire

***** If you haven’t already read this chapter, IGNORE this message. For those who have, I’m sorry that I had to make major changes. You should read it again, but if you don’t you’ll notice that stuff which already happened in this chapter is happening again in chapter 31, except it has been changed drastically. That’s why I moved it forward, to make sure you had to read it.

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It had been awkward in the kitchen that morning with Candy and Deana, and now the silence in the car was making Evan nuts. He wanted to get the inevitable tongue lashing out of the way, so he could talk to Deana about whatever happened the day before when she insisted they go to his room to cuddle. It reminded him of when they were kids after their mother died. “Dee, you gonna tell me what’s going on with you?”

“I already did,” Deana said, “nothing, really, it’s nothing.”

“You’re mad about Mom?”

“I told you I’m not mad about that,” Deana said.

“I didn’t plan it; it just happened.”

“So why did you lock me out?”

That’s what this is about, Evan thought. “What would you have done if the door was open?”

“Nothing. I’m just saying, you locked the door,” Deana said. “But I’m not mad about anything. It’s all good, but you really should stop.”

“You jealous?”

“Of course, part of me, but that’s not why. We talked about this. Dad’s gonna be home soon, and you don’t wanna hurt . . . ah, hurt Gloria.”

Evan sighed. “I know, it was the last time, Mom and I agreed it was the last time, but—”

“That’s good—”Deana paused, thinking. “What the hell did you do to her? It sounded like—”

“You listened?”

“Damn right I listened!”

“Seriously, Dee, what if the door hadn’t been locked?” His mind went wild with different scenarios. The expression on his sister’s face would have been worth a million dollars, and if she walked in and . . .

Deana filled her lungs with a sharp burst of air, squeezed her lips together, and blew out. Her cheeks puffed, then her lips squeaked. “I don’t know, Evan, I don’t know, and that bothers me.”

“Why?” He turned into Rebecca’s driveway.

“Mmmm . . . ah, not sure, but we don’t have time for that now. Here comes Rebecca, so unless you want to talk about fucking Mom in front of her, we better—”

“Shut up,” he finished for Deana as the tumbler approached his side of the car.

Rebecca said, “Hey.”

Evan looked down at the glossy-black material pasted to her legs. The gap that existed even when the tumbler’s thighs were together was filled with a mouth-watering camel toe. Damn, that girl has too much pussy packed in there. “Don’t you have anything other than spandex?”

Rebecca rested her elbows on the window edge and spoke next to his ear, “I’ve got that tiny yellow bikini you seemed to like so much. Remember, your hand was on my ass?”

The wisps of breath on his ear sent a shiver down Evan’s spine. He glanced over to see if his sister heard the scurrilous accusation. Was it an accusation if it was the truth? Deana said, “Thanks for the ride,” leaned over, grabbed his inner thigh below his crotch, and pressed her mouth on his.

The kiss caught Evan off guard, but it shocked him less than when Gloria French kissed him in front of Jayda’s house. Deana was making out with him in public while her lover watched. That sealed the deal, something was going on, and it was bigger than him and Candy or their father coming home.

Rebecca said, “That’s fuckin’ hot.”

Deana pulled away, fell back on her seat, and said, “See ya.” She opened the door and pointed. “Nice boner.”

Evan turned, and the tumbler’s face was right there. The girl had a mouth like Aidra Fox’s, and they shared that same expression. No matter how sweet and innocent Rebecca presented herself, there was always that underlying suggestive smirk. The tumbler’s mouth changed shapes; racy-decadence appeared, and her hand tightened on the back of his neck, pulling him into her kiss. Mm, he wished he could be Deana for a day. Rebecca bit his lip, then soothed it with her tongue. Thump, the passenger door closed. Rebecca pulled away and whispered, “Later,” while nodding her head, suggestively.

Oh, they are up to something, he thought and watched the girls walk, hip to hip, Deana’s hand on Rebecca’s ass, caressing. They stopped at the front door, glanced his way, and started making out. “Sonofabitch!”

Evan loved to watch teenage girls kiss on YouTube, and often found it more exciting than porn because nobody was getting paid to act. They were girls who could potentially go to his school. He would watch their faces, thinking about what motivated them. It could have been on a dare, or for attention, or solely for the shock-value? Whatever their reason, in his mind, someone always got more than they bargained for. Two innocent girls, both supposedly with the same agenda, but one seems more prepared. The other might giggle and shy away, yet she is surprised by how her body responded. Her friend’s lips turned her on. She received the other girl’s tongue, and suddenly whatever it had been at the start, frightens and excites her. The camera is shut off, and they stare with questioning eyes, neither wanting to be the one who misread the other. Don’t they both want more?

Maybe that was all in Evan’s mind, and the truth was, if it wasn’t him, they should only kiss other girls? Or, was that feeling reserved for his sisters and Candy? God, I love kissing them, Evan thought. It was beyond the secrecy, fear, and taboo. The loving passion they shared was probably never going to be matched by another girl. Sure, Becky’s kisses induced an animalistic lust, and he suspected Darlene or some other girl could create those feelings as well, but never what he had with Deana, Gloria, and Candy. He definitely did not want them kissing another guy. That would be a problem, wouldn’t it?

Rebecca pulled away from Deana, turned, and gave him a lewd smile. Deana’s coy smirk made him think it had been pay-back for locking Candy’s door. They waved, and Rebecca dragged Deana in the house. Lust chemicals coursed through his veins, setting his mind ablaze. He tugged at his shorts, knowing he wasn’t in the right state of mind for what he had to do next.

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Other than the ceramic plate Deana made in her 7th-grade pottery class, which held a pile of napkins, the kitchen table was clear. Candy sat with her back to the door, staring at the empty chair at the other end of the table, John’s chair. Soon Sally’s car would come up the driveway, and her big sister would climb out in front of his cameras. It felt like years had passed since Tech advance install the security system.

Candy closed her eyes and pictured Evan that night, hurrying in for dinner, still pulling a shirt over his wet hair after his father yelled for him. She was furious about John’s monitoring system. He could track her every move, see who came and went, and make sure she didn’t see Cindy again. The cameras were another nail in the box he kept her in.

Now, without anger overwhelming her, Candy remembered things that didn’t register that night. There had been a moment, a secret exchange of affection between Evan and Gloria. Candy saw it in her daughter’s eyes. Then, Evan spotted the button that came loose on her blouse. He was staring; Candy knew that, so why did she do it? Resting her breasts on the edge of the table and twisting while reaching for the cheese had been intentional, but was it a childish fuck you, John, or something else? In her subconscious mind, had she wanted to excite Evan, inflame the boy’s growing lust for her?

Evan’s reaction was predictable and expected, but Candy hadn’t anticipated the stiff nipples and warm moisture that formed between her legs. When looking back, it’s easy to build a case based on what had previously been a string of split-second thoughts and feelings and tiny moments in time filled with subtle hints. Now, Candy had the evidence, knew where and when it all started, and what it led to, but had she known along the way what would happen next?

Candy opened her eyes and glanced out the bay window, hoping Sally would be there. Too bad, she thought, and answered her question, “Yes, I saw it coming.” She knew Deana wanted Evan and that eventually, he would take his sister’s virginity. Although getting to watch it happen had been a life-altering surprise. The sight of Evan’s magnificent cock cutting into Deana’s beautiful body flipped a switch in Candy’s subconscious mind that sent her back in time, mentally and emotionally. It also made it easier to justify her behavior.

All that insight, Candy thought, and I wasn’t prepared for Cindy. Could she have stopped it if she knew what Cindy was going to do? No, the fortitude and moral character required to resist Cindy’s love weren’t what Candy was made of. What they shared had been molten lava. It was only a matter of time before it burned through Candy’s denial. Even dozens of poundings from Evan’s cock couldn’t have prevented the eruption Cindy’s kiss caused that night at the race track. An image of Cindy’s intense, dark stare, and the way the teenager forcefully took her in the stall, made Candy’s face hot. If she had it to do over again, Candy would have gone back to Cindy before Evan happened.

Candy wanted Evan, needed him, had enjoyed every second with him, and she loved him deeply. Still, the boy didn’t deserve the confusing mood swings and the conflict of her on and off desires. The night before, she made Evan fuck her like an animal, then shunned him this morning. He probably thought it had something to do with the way he violently took her from behind, but it didn’t. She pressed her hands to her face. Damn, I need to do something, Candy thought, I can’t just sit here with my thoughts and wait for Sally.

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The kiss had started because Deana wanted her brother to think about her and Rebecca, wishing he could be with them. Not because she was mad or jealous, not really, but she wanted to make a point, so he’d never lock her out again.

However, once it started, Rebecca wouldn’t let it stop. Her hands went to Deana’s ass, groping and pulling while her thigh pushed between Deana’s legs. There was no doubt that behind the glare on the windshield, Evan’s mouth was hanging open, and his dick was hard, but they were in front of Rebecca’s house. Anyone passing by or a neighbor looking out their window could have seen them. After the fact, her lack of inhibition scared Deana. What would happen when they went back to school?

Once Rebecca dragged her inside, slammed the door, and pinned Deana to the wall, she said, “Fuck, I missed you.”

Before Deana could respond, the tumbler’s mouth was on hers, and a hand was down the front of her sweatpants. “Oooh, smooth. Did you do that for me?” Rebecca asked.

She smiled and put a foot up on the umbrella box, arched back, and shoved her crotch into Rebecca’s hand. It clamped down, crushing two fingers between her pussy lips. “Ahhhh, Reb, fuck, I missed you, too.”

Rebecca dragged her fingers back, coating the tips. The tumbler was the only person who could set her on fire and soak her panties in less than a minute. Deana’s head thumped against the wall when Rebecca circled and flicked her clit. “Ah, shit, mmm-hmm, baby, oh baby, I’m gonna—”

“No you’re not, not like this,” Rebecca said and pulled her hand free.

“No, wait,” she whined and grabbed Rebecca’s wrist, but Rebecca pressed her forehead to Deana’s and stared into her eyes. The wet fingers slipped between their lips. Deana sucked the middle finger while Rebecca sucked the other. They worked down to the webbing between the two digits, and the tips of their tongues joined.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for too long,” Rebecca said. “Come on; I’m gonna make you cum so hard . . .”

The tumbler’s yank caused Deana to stumble forward and scramble to keep up. She sensed her guilty conscience was warranted. Rebecca hadn’t just missed her.

When they reached her room, Rebecca faced Deana, grabbed her neck, squeezed, then pulled Deana into a kiss that instantly turned the heat between her legs back to a three-alarm fire. She lifted her thigh to Rebecca’s hip and humped like a frustrated puppy.

“Easy, tiger,” Rebecca said and stepped back. “I love looking at you when you’re horny. The only thing more beautiful is when I’m getting you off.”

“Then make me more beautiful, please!”

Rebecca grinned. “Don’t rush me.”

Deana was ready to knock Rebecca down and sit on her face, but if this was making Rebecca happy, it was the least she could do after everything she had done with Evan. “Whatever makes you happy, baby.”

Rebecca went to her knees, looked up, and inched Deana’s pants and panties past the knobs at the front of her hips. She kissed each bone and exposed a little more flesh. “God, it’s sexy when you shave.” She pressed her nose to the cushion of Deana’s mound and inhaled. “Mm, fuck, you smell delicious.”

God, Deana thought, fuckin’ touch me, lick me, fuckin’ eat me already. The pants continued their painfully slow descent with Rebecca’s kissing lips trailing behind. Deana expected her pussy to spontaneously burst, spraying her insides all over her girlfriend’s head. Rebecca glanced up with her hands on Deana’s ankles. That sex-dripping mouth curled up at the edges, and the tumbler shoved her. Deana squealed, arms flailing, and fell backward.

When Rebecca’s grin peeked above the edge of the bed, Deana said, “You bitch, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, I needed to get these off you.”

Deana watched Rebecca at the end of her raised legs, inhaling deeply through the black panties before massaging her feet with the silky material. “Reb, you’re killing me.”

Rebecca nodded and kissed the arch of each foot. “Then prepare to die.” She stood holding Deana’s legs and shoved her body up the bed, then she removed her clothes and got on her knees between Deana’s feet.

She saw the mischievous expression, then the feather in Rebecca’s hand. “Hey, what’s that for?”

“Shh, just relax and let me worry about this.” She sliced the air like Zorro and ran it up Deana’s leg from the kneecap to her hip, paused, and scrawled loops across her bald mound. Deana’s stomach sucked in, and she bit her lip as the puffy bulbs atop her tits screamed an angry pink. Rebecca zigzagged down the other thigh, circled the kneecap, and zipped up the inside of her leg.

“Fuuuck.” Her toes curled, and her fists yanked the bedspread. “Shit, I’m gonna scream.”

“Do it, scream your head off.” Rebecca poked the end of the feather into the gap where Deana’s cheeks pressed against the mattress, drew it up her inflamed labia, across her groin, and in circles around Deana’s belly button. She tightened against the goosebumps racing down her trembling legs.

“Ahhhh, please, please, stop,” she begged, knowing her girlfriend wouldn’t, and she wouldn’t make her. “I can’t take anymore.”

The tip of the feather followed the groove up the center of her stomach, slipped between her tits, and went around each engorged nipple three times. “I’ve been looking forward to this for two days,” Rebecca said and tickled Deana’s throat. She kicked and squirmed while the feather moved from her left ear, down her jaw, over her chin, and up to the other ear. The tumbler’s wide smile told Deana her scream was precisely what her girlfriend wanted, but it didn’t bring an end to the torturous pleasure.

Rebecca reversed direction, circling Deana’s tits again and flicked across the silky crowns. “I love the way they look when you’re excited.” Rebecca sat back on her folded legs and pointed the feather at Deana’s crotch. “Ooh, that too. You’re leaking. Yummy.”

Deana pulled her knees up and threw them open. “Stop teasing,” she thrust her pelvis into the air, “and make me cum.”

“That shouldn’t be hard.” Rebecca giggled, reached under Deana’s body, and brought the feather back between her cheeks, over her puckered anus, and upward, following the moist joining of her swollen lips. “Get ready.”

“Oh, I’m fuckin’ ready,” she said and shoved her hands into her lower back, bracing herself.

Rebecca put a finger in her mouth, sucked it seductively, and removed it glistening with spit. “God, you’re beautiful.” She traced the drooling slit up and down, then used a thumb on each side to push the fleshy swells apart, exposing the fiery redness. A pitiful whimpering moan gurgled from Deana’s throat when Rebecca blew a long, slow breath through the gash of blood enriched flesh. Deana’s clit throbbed, bulging from its hood. She reached for it, but Rebecca knocked her hand away. “Not yet.”

“Oh, please touch it, touch it, please, I need to cum, make me cum, please.”

Rebecca got up on her knees, grabbed Deana’s raised hips, and thrust her groin into Deana’s crotch. Three hard fuck motions pushed Deana up the bed, then Rebecca dropped her. Deana reached back and rummaged pillows together under her head and shoulders. The tumbler catapulted her legs out and flopped face down between Deana’s thighs. “If you’re gonna cum, I wanna taste it.”

She stared down at her lover’s open mouth as it closed over her pubic bone. Rebecca’s upper lip forced back the protective flap while the bottom lip drew upward, forcing Deana’s clit to stand between them. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. Then it did; Rebecca’s tongue lashed her clit. She slammed her thighs, her body coiled, sitting her up, then she flopped back onto the pillows. The sucking and licking intensified. Deana’s pelvis bucked, but Rebecca held on for the ride. The thrashing continued until her body went slack, and her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.

When Deana opened her eyes, Rebecca’s chin was poking into the cushion of flesh just above her pubic bone. The girl licked her lips and said, “Dee, you came all over my face.”

She blew and sucked air while the tumbler crawled up her body, then she licked a big circle around Rebecca’s mouth and said, “You made me do it.”

“Mm, yes, I did, and I’m not sorry.”

“Oh, God—”Deana gasped—”neither am I.” She took several breaths, enjoying the feel of Rebecca’s hard, pointy nipples bumping against hers, and the way their stomachs moved together with each breath. Like two puzzle pieces, their bodies fit together perfectly. Deana wrapped her arms and legs around Rebecca and used them to crush the girl into her. “Damn it; I love you so much.”

“It’s a good thing,” Rebecca kissed the tip of her nose, “because you’d have a hard time getting rid of me.”

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The boner Evan left Rebecca’s with, had subsided a while ago. Now, he was trapped with the softball sisters, trying to ignore what sounded like them all talking at once. Gloria, rode shotgun, of course, and Jayda sat behind her. When he glanced in the rearview mirror, there she was, smirking with the same, I can make you fuck me, expression she had on Memorial day. Evan refused to look at Gloria.