Potential Part 4

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Potential
by Bistander

Chapter 4
It’s Dangerous to Squeeze the Charmin

Rebecca’s House
Evan tooted his horn in front of Rebecca’s house, then started pressing the station preset buttons looking for a good song. He was surprised to see his sister running to the car. She normally made him wait and she never ran.

“Burrr,” Deana said, and slammed the door. “Heat!” She slid the temperature control to the red and spun the blower knob to full blast.

Evan looked at his sister with his brows lifted. She was barefoot, wearing a sleeveless shirt and short—shorts. “Why didn’t you put more on?” He closed his vent.

“It’s supposed to be warm.” She hugged her legs to her chest. “So much for global warming.”

“Girls, jeez.” He sighed and started driving.

When Deana hadn’t said anything for a couple of minutes he looked at her. She glanced his way, then went back to staring out the window. “So,” he said, “is she a good kisser?”

Her head snapped towards him. “What,” she said.

“The making out,” he said, “how was it?”

“What are you talking about?” Deana said.

“Don’t play dumb,” he said. “I want to hear about that kiss.”

Deana put her chin in her palm, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. “We got naked, then spent the night in bed together.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but we put on our PJs first, Perv.”

“You two really share a bed?” he said.

“Why, you and Jason don’t share?”

“No, not gonna happen.”

“So you think I should make out with Rebecca and you’re a homophobe?”

“Easy, Tiger,” Evan said, and gave her that what just happened look.

“I’m just saying, it’s a double standard.”

“No,” he said, taking a long thought searching paused, “Jason, ah, his bed sucks, too small and lumpy. The cot is better. His camping cot.”

“Would you kiss him to shock me?”

Evan felt his face going from one shade of pale to another, and he knew his sister already knew the answer. Before he could say anything, she said, “See, it is a double standard. You perverts think we should go down on each other so you can beat off, but you’re
afraid to even see each other naked.”

“Um, maybe you should tell me what’s really bothering you?”

“Will you rub my foot, please?”

“Cramp?” he asked.

“No,” she said, and sighed.

“Okay,” Evan said.

She waited until his hand was working before she spoke. “What would you think of me if I told you I used my tongue, for real?”

“Huh, what dah-yah mean?” Jeez, and he was going to ask her for help.

“You know, what would you think if I really French kissed Rebecca and, ah, and enjoyed it? Would you think I was bad?”

“What are you really asking me, Dee?”

“I love the way you say, Dee.”

The fact that his sister teared up because he called her Dee made him think of all the hurt that they had seen each other through, back when calling her Dee was common, after their mother had been killed. Something serious was going on. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I, ah, I did it, I did, I think I did.” She gasped. “I didn’t mean it… Didn’t mean for it to, ah, to happen. I never, um, never would, never would have planned it. You know, planned to—But what if I liked it?”

His brain searched for words but after two seconds his sister continued, “You think I’m bad… You think I’m a lesbian and I’ll burn in hell, don’t you?”

“I don’t think anything,” he lied. He was really thinking a thousand things, particularly about how he felt after seeing Jason in the woods. He couldn’t possibly tell his sister about that, but hadn’t he thought he might be gay because of how excited he’d gotten?

“So you don’t even care if I might be queer?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth,” he said, and turned sharply onto the dirt road that ran parallel to the rail road tracks. When the car was stopped he continued, “How come you think a kiss makes you gay?”

“Because, ah, I can’t stop thinking about it,” Deana said.

“So,” he said. “I bet if I kissed Rebecca I would still be thinking about it too.”

“Kiss her and die,” his sister snapped. “What if I’m a lesbian?”

“I’ll still love you, and rub your feet, but you might be doing that overreacting thing that you sometimes do. A kiss, even enjoying a kiss, doesn’t make someone turn gay. If we kiss, I think you’d be thinking about it for a long time. That wouldn’t make me any less your brother.”

Deana stared at him for a few seconds, then said, “What did you do with my brother? Whoever you are, you’re way too smart, caring, and logical, to be that pervert, Evan.”

He thought it was probably more of a compliment then an insult, so he didn’t protest. Deana leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned and met her lips with his, and to make sure she got the point, he tilted his head and laid one on her.

His sister fell back onto her seat like a punctured balloon giving up its last burst of air. She said, “Evan.”

“See,” he said, with a grin, “it worked, you forgot all about the tumbler.” He started driving, hoping the awkwardness would fade.

His sister put her foot back in his lap, then said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that was gross.”

“Thanks, you cut me deep.”

“I didn’t say you don’t kiss good, but it was—”

“Don’t worry,” he said, “it doesn’t make us incestors, and I made my point. Didn’t I? Don’t trip about how something makes you feel. Make out with Rebecca all you want if that’s what you wanta do.”

“Thanks, I think you helped me,” Deana said. “Oh, and you know you can’t ever mention this to anyone, especially not Rebecca.”

“Glad to help,” he said, “and don’t worry, I’ll never mention it.” He squeezed her foot. “Now maybe you can help me?”

Deana raised her left brow in a high arch. “If it has anything to do with girls, I’m sure that I can.”

“Well, I guess it does,” he said. “Do you think Gloria takes advantage of me?”

“Of course she does,” Deana said, with a large grin. “She has you wrapped around her finger. Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. Dad says it is, and she’s been acting different. Maybe she’s too old for us to still be the way we always were.”

“Don’t worry about dad. He wanted boys and she’s not his, so he doesn’t treat her the same. She needs you.” Deana squished her lips to the side and squinted one eye before she asked, “You do know she has a crush on you, right?”

“Huh?” He said. “She’s my sister, besides she still thinks boys are gross.”

“Oh Brother, open your eyes. She’s long past thinking boys are gross and too in love to worry about whether or not her mother is married to your father.”

“That’s great,” he said. “What am I supposed to do? She still thinks she can get in bed with me if she has a dream.”

“Nothing,” Deana said. “Just keep treating her like a little sister and eventually she’ll grow out of it or meet a boy who makes her forget about you.”

The idea of Gloria and a boy disturbed him, as much as her forgetting him, but he moved on. “Does mom seemed different?”

“What do you mean?” Deana said.

He thought, like she knows I had my boner against her back and looked at her pussy, but said, “It’s hard to explain. Different, somehow.”

“I don’t think so, but I’ll let you know if I see anything.”

“Thanks,” he said.

Evan dropped Deana off at their house and headed for Jason’s.


Rebecca’s House
When Deana was gone, Rebecca stood in front of her mirror, naked, holding her crotch. She relived the moment Deana’s tongue first touched her and it caused her vagina to moisten. She had wanted it for a long time, but she didn’t know how to make it happen. One wrong move and their friendship could have been destroyed. She couldn’t chance that. Deana had always been her BFF and she needed her, she loved her.

When Deana started that fake kiss, Rebecca seized the moment. Obviously, the sexual tension between them hadn’t been in her imagination because it only took the slightest poke of her wet tongue tip to change the kiss. Deana’s tongue met hers between their lips and she sucked it into her mouth. In the end, Deana thought she had been the one who went too far. The truth was, they were both guilty.

Rebecca knew she wasn’t a lesbian because she liked boys too much, especially Evan, but what happened with Deana was the most beautiful, sensual and erotic thing she’d ever done. She must like girls too.

Hearing about Evan’s dick had unleashed her mind to explore her wildest fantasies. It wouldn’t be easy, but something about the look in Deana’s eyes when she talked about Evan’s erection under her foot, made Rebecca think there was a slim chance it could happen. She had no idea how, but there was at least the potential for her to have the best of both worlds, Deana and Evan.


Once Evan was sitting on Jason’s couch, he was sorry he told Jason on the phone that he needed to talk, but he made his confession anyway.

Jason stood quickly, took a breath, then fell back next to him. “Dude,” he said, “are you serious?”

“Why would I make something like that up,” Evan snapped.

“Finally,” Jason said. “Man, wow, you saw your mom’s pussy and came on your sister in the same day? That’s epic.”

“Jason, don’t say it like that.” He rubbed his head with both hands. “It wasn’t her pussy, just her panties and it’s not like I wanted to cum. Shit, what am I going to do?”

“Well, did Gloria like it?”

“Like it?” he said. “I didn’t ask her. She didn’t seem to notice and she didn’t say anything even when I drove her to the ball park.”

Jason stood up again and turned in a circle.