Potential - S01 E252

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Potential - S01 E252

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 252

"Phew." She didn't know if she could continue rolling it out the way Gloria had. "No, this is what Gloria told me when she came home from her aunt's house. Her aunt was the one to suggest they skinny-dip. More bizarre, Darlene had been talking to Gloria about skinny-dipping the other day at the mall. Candy's sister has her name tattooed here She opened her towel and pointed to the spot Gloria had touched earlier.

Rebecca pressed her finger into the flesh just above Deana's slit. "God, Dee, your mother's sister, ah, has her name tattoo on her pussy." She pulled her finger away, and the skin under it blanched. "You know what that means?"

Deana stared down at her lover's face, happy they had come to the same conclusion. "Mm, don't know anything except what Gloria told me."

Rebecca yanked the towel off. "I never get tired of seeing you naked." She kissed Deana's belly button. "Did anything else happen with Darlene?"

Deana stroked Rebecca's hair. "Would you be mad if it did?"

"Only if you don't tell me about it," Rebecca said and dragged her fingertip through the groove between Deana's bald pussy lips.

"She kissed me when we were leaving," Deana said. "She said goodbye, grabbed my ass and kissed me in front of Evan."

"You're joking."

"No, really, she grabbed two handfuls of my ass and kissed me. I mean a serious kiss. Now, are you mad?"

"Tongue." Rebecca opened and closed her mouth several times. "Darlene's tongue was in your mouth?"

She nodded.

"How was it, I mean, what was it like kissing her?"

"Um, this might sound strange, but it was like kissing Gloria. I confirmed it before."

"Gloria? I kissed Gloria; she's a good kisser, Rebecca said. "Maybe Darlene taught her how to kiss girls?"

"I can't imagine that," Deana said. "Does it bother you that I've kissed both of them?"

"Not if you still love me more and tell me everything, Rebecca said. "We're only young once, might as well enjoy it."

"Darlene touched me when I was in the pool."

"Oh, fuck," Rebecca sald. "Tell me more."

"She pulled my bottoms down and "Deana pointed at her crotch -"fingered me while I was hanging on the edge of the pool, watching Evan mow the lawn. He kept getting closer and closer, but she didn't stop. She didn't care if we got caught."

"Holy shit!" Rebecca reached behind Deana and squeezed her ass. "Did he see you getting fucked by the redhead?"

"No, it was close, but I came before he got there. You sure you're not upset?"

"Not yet," Rebecca said. "How did your brother handle seeing you and the redhead making out? Did he get a boner?"

"I guess," Deana said. "When we got home, he fucked me in the kitchen."

"Fuck!" Rebecca shoved her shorts and panties down her legs as she pushed herself further onto the bed. "In the kitchen? Please tell me it was on the table, again."

Deana got on her knees. "No, not the table." She kissed the fleshy knob where Rebecca's siit crossed her pubic bone. "We fucked in my father's chair. I sat on his lap and fucked him. I made him cum in me, again. All of my brother's hot, creamy cum shot into my cunt.

"Ah, fuck, you're killing me," Rebecca said and laid down. "Are you trying to make me cum without doing any work?"

She rested her chin on Rebecca's pubic mound and stared up the gymnast's muscled body. "We fucked again in here. Right here on this bed. My brother's giant cock pounded my cunt. Oh, shit, he fucked me, and fucked me and filled me again with his cum."

Rebecca lifted her knees and grabbed Deana's head. "If you don't get me off I'm gonna kill you."

She loved how excited Rebecca got when she talked about Evan. "Okay, no need for violence." She blew a soft stream of air down the inside of Rebecca's thighs. When it reached the girl's inflamed labia, goosebumps raced up Rebecca's hairless groin and covered her stomach.

"Oh, God, Dee, please, please..."

Deana smirked and smashed her mouth into Rebecca's crotch, driving her tongue deep inside her lover's dripping pussy hole. In its own bizarre, fucked up way, everything felt right again.

It was Friday night, the night before Evan was going to defy his father and make his dream come true. That was plenty to think about, but his mind was overflowing with much more than that. He was in the basement, doing what Cindy had admonished him for not doing enough of, working out. Deana was upstairs with the tumbler, and Candy was locked away in her room. She had been in a fog when he got home from Cindy's shop, and she wouldn't tell him why she had called Cindy. When Cindy had seen Candy's name light up on her phone, he wasn't sure she would answer it. She finally snatched it up and said hello. Her expression became very serious. That made him nervous, especially when Cindy started putting distance between them. His cousin didn't want him to hear what she was saying to his mother. That didn't bode well considering his mother rarely called Cindy. He figured it was about his undercover racing deal. Then the tone of Cindy's hushed volce turned. His cousin stopped whispering. When she said goodbye to Candy, Cindy was grinning, and she was giddy the rest of the afternoon. He wasn't satisfied with his cousin's explanation for why Candy didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't believe the call was about Gloria's birthday.

Evan punched, punched, punched, his knuckles raw, then he kicked the heavy bag. This was more than a workout. He was frustrated, confused and worried. Earlier, Deana wanted him to make love to her. She made him hold her and told him she loved him. His sister liked to say it was making love, but Deana had fucked him. She made him sit in their father's chair while she rode his cock. After, when they were cuddling in her bed, even though her pussy was still sore, Deana wanted it again. He intended to go slow, take it easy, and enjoy every aspect of his sister. She was beautiful inside and out. The combined love that they shared was so powerful it hurt. The warm, tight path his cock took into the center Deana's body made him gasp, and the expression on his sister's face reflected his feelings. Her eyes glistened. He waited until she told him without speaking that it was okay. Her feet slid up the backs of his thighs. His dick moved in long, slow, meaningful strokes.

Passion quickly pushed aside the post orgasm elation and love that had kept them in bed, talking, kissing and clinging to each other. He thrust into Deana's body, her resistance weakened, and her mood darkened. His sister was afraid of something, and that fear fueled some emotion that Evan couldn't identify. Maybe it was anger? He slammed into Deana, then tried to apologize, but his sister demanded more, so he fucked her hard, and Deana seemed grateful. When it was over, she wouldn't talk about what had happened. His sister was hurting, she needed help, but she wouldn't let him help her.

Evan punched the shit out of the heavy bag until his arms turned rubbery. Damn it, he loved the fuck out of that girl, and she knew it. Deana knew he would do anything for her, yet she wouldn't tell him what she needed. He flopped on the couch. Maybe Rebecca would come downstairs and let him put her in a handstand. The tumbler really was a wildcat and a wildcard. He liked her more every time he saw her, and it made him feel a little better knowing Deana had her as a friend and lover. Who did he have?

Courtesy of the workout, Evarnis shirt reeked. He hoisted his body out of the old couch and started up the stairs. His mother stepped into the doorway. She was wearing gray, drawstring sweatpants and a midriff top. The sensually curved undersides of her breasts were exposed. He didn't think he would ever get used to how narrow her waist was in comparison to her hips and chest. "Did you and Cindy have a nice talk?" he asked and stopped climbing when their eyes were at the same level.

Candy nodded and inspected his skinned knuckles like a mother would. "You hurt yourself." She kissed the raw flesh.

That made him feel good. They could never have the relationship he grew up fantasizing about, that was obvious even to his teenage brain, but she loved him. She always had. Their affair might have to end, but his father could never stop them from loving each other. No matter what happened, they'd still have their love and memories. Candy's expression tightened his chest. His breaths became strained. She's gonna tell me my father is coming home tomorrow. "What?" He put his hands around her waist.

"Honey, I'm always here for you," she said. "I'm always pulling for you. I want the best for you."

He nodded. "Mom, you know I'll always love you, love you as Mom, but these feelings, these other feelings, they're not gonna go away.

"I know, and I'm sorry, so sorry. I shouldn't have put you in this position." Tears filled his mother's eyes. 'I was pretending. pretending everything could stay the same, just like I did last time, but everything changed when I married your father." She squeezed his neck and pressed her forehead against his.