Potential - S01 E259

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Potential - S01 E259

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 259

They started walking. Rebecca put her arm around Gloria's shoulders and said something Evan couldrit hear. They continued on ahead of him. For several reasons, Evan wasn't comfortable with the tumbler talking privately with Gloria.

Candy, Deana, and Evan trailed behind Rebecca and Gloria. Evan put his arm around Candy's waist. She reached across the front of her body and held his hand. Neither of them gave it a thought, but It appeared they were a couple, not mother and son.

At the top of tum four, KK was between Jason and Billy Joe. Jason grabbed Evan, shook him, hugged him and shook him again. "That was awesome, but you owe me a new pair of underwear for making me shit myself. Did Cindy kick your ass? She was pretty hot when she left here."

Evan laughed and rubbed his chest. "Yeah, there might be some bruising tomorrow. Sorry 'bout your draws, I was just doing my thing." He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on here?"

Jason tipped his head to the side, in ticket girl's direction and gave Evan his best, please get rid of her expression. Evan shrugged, knowing the only way Jason would have a chance with BJ, would be to introduce ticket-girl to his three favorite words-threesome, but Jason was on his own. Evan was more interested in watching Cindy destroy the competition than fucking with that crazy chick while Jason tried to find someplace to fool around with Billy Joe. "Good luck with that. I'm going over there to watch the race."

Cindy's race started, and Evan watched with the same level of interest he had for his own race, and not just because he could learn from his cousin. He loved Cindy, and earlier, even in the hustle and bustle of helping him, he felt her conflicting emotions. Racing was in the girl's blood, it made her happy, got her excited, and it had defined her for the past four years. How could she give that up?

Ten laps went by without a caution. Cindy hadn't even picked off one of the six cars that were ahead of her on green. That rarely happened. Evan shouted directions at his cousin as if he had the one-way radio in his hand. Cindy drove in too hard and gave up three positions. "Fuck! What the fuck is she doing?"

Nobody responded because even though Evan was screaming, the roar of twenty super late models was deafening. He had never seen Cindy make so many mental errors in one race. The track champion was driving like a rookie. In Evan's mind, he told Cindy what she would have told him, get your head out of your asshole and drive the fuckin' car.

On lap fifteen, the yellow flag flew. Evan screamed. Cindy had spun out without any help. She simply over-drove tum three and spun into turn four. Her car came to rest in front of them. Evan charged down the hill toward the fence. He wanted to yell at her, but Cindy fired up the engine and drove off before he got there. He couldn't remember the last time Cindy caused a caution. Evan assumed Cindy was sad about giving up her passion.

He started back up the slope. Some of the race fans might have been surprised that the track champion had spun unassisted, but it was meaningless to most of them. Although, Candy's grave expression seemed appropriate. Evan figured his mother was sad for him because she understood how badly he wanted Cindy to do well in her last year of racing.

When offered a chance to get a ride home with Candy and the girls, Jason took it. He said it was because he didn't want to be there until after midnight while Evan talked racing with Cindy, but Evan suspected something else. Jason hadn't been able to liberate Billy from ticket girl, so Evan suspected his friend wanted to go home for the next best thing, Becky. Although, in Evan's opinion, based on his experience with Becky, he'd rather be with her.

Evan said goodbye to everyone and started for the pits. KK and Billy Joe went with him, but he outpaced them, hoping they'd get the hint. There was as much activity in the pits as there had been earlier. Crews were rolling up air hoses, collecting tools, stashing extra tires, stowing gear and preparing to load and strap down race cars, but the work lacked the pre-race energy and excitement. The exception to that, of course, was around those who had done well in their races.

Bear, Uncle JC, and a few other guys were standing around Cindy's car when Evan approached. His uncle waved and pointed toward the hauler as if Cindy had left instructions. Evan nodded and went around to the front, side door to the Cindy zone. He didn't knock, and his cousin wasn't surprised to see him. Her red and black race suit was peeled down to her waist. It appeared she sweat as much as he had, and her white T-shirt was soaked. He could clearly see the hard tips and dark rings of her nipples. Cindy didn't notice or didn't care that he was staring.

"Where is everybody?" Cindy asked, "Did anyone come with you?"

"Anyone?" Evan shook his head, wondering who she meant because anyone sounded very specific.

"Cand-Your mother, is she still here?"

"No," he said. "I sent Jason home with her and the girls."

"Oh, okay," Cindy sald and wiggled her suit down past her hips.

When he realized his cousin's pants were going down with her suit, he didn't shy away from the lacy blue panties. "What happened? I've never seen you drive like that. Is it because of everything I put you through?"

Cindy shook her head lethargically, laid the race suit over a folding chair, and stood in front of him in her underwear and see-through shirt, "No, it was just a bad night. My head wasn't in it."

"What's going on?" Evan asked. "You sad because it's your last year?"

"Sad," Cindy said and put her hands on Evan's shoulders. "Yeah, I guess I am, but I'm happy for you. You did great and impressed the people who knew it was you. I'm proud of you."

The hug caught Evan so off guard that it took him a few seconds before his arms slipped around Cindy's waist. One of his hands inadvertently ended up under the back of Cindy's T-shirt. The intimate embrace with the pantie wearing cousin should have been troublesome for Evan, but the warm, moist skin, seductive curve of her lower back, the strength of her arms and the smell of sweat were all so familiar. In Evan's mind, he might as well have been hugging Deana after exhausting sex. It wasn't just in his mind, though. His soul and spirit agreed. Cindy and Deana didn't just look alike, they felt the same.

"Cindy, tell me, tell me what's wrong," Evan said and kissed his cousin's ear. The role reversal made him uncomfortable. Cindy was his idol. "Please, the truth, I want to hear the truth."

Cindy trembled in his arms then jerked. He tried to push back to see if it had been a sob, but she held on with all her might. "Don't, Evan, just give me a minute."

At that moment, Evan couldn't dissociate Deana from Cindy. Apart from the wild chemically induced euphoria of orgasm, he loved them the same. It made him hurt because Cindy was in pain, then he was fighting back tears. "Whatever you need, Cindy, anything."

"Evan, I'm going to do everything I can to help you race," Cindy said

while she was breaking away from him. "We've got at least a week before he gets back, I'll talk to my dad."

He stared at Cindy, wondering how she knew when his father was coming home and he didn't. "I don't want to cause you any trouble. My father-

"Don't worry about him, or me, I'll help you. I want to help you. You deserve it. There's no reason why-"

"No, Cindy, no, can't let you," Evan said. "I already got Candy in trouble. I'm not gonna do that to you. It's not worth it."

"What do you mean, got her in trouble? What happened? Did he do something to her?"

"Nothing, it was nothing." Fuck, why did I open my mouth?" shouldn't have involved her. You know how my dad is."

Cindy's face was bright red and her fists clenched. He diverted his eyes to the erect nipples bulging under her shirt. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead closed her eyes and took one of those deep, calming breaths she was always telling him about.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked.

"Ah, shit, I'm just emotional," Cindy said, "you know, girl stuff."

If that were true, it was the last thing Evan wanted to hear about, but he knew his cousin was lying just like Deana had lied. For a second, he considered how humiliating his next move might be, but made it anyway. He saw the surprise on Cindy's face when he grabbed her neck and pulled her lips to his mouth. Cindy's lips parted for his tongue, then Evan got his hands on her butt. She grunted when he pulled her groin into the thrust of his hips. Cindy lifted a leg and hooked her thigh on his hip. He held it and looped his other arm around her lower back. Her body arched, and he hunched. Cindy moaned into his mouth. His cousin's secret felt a lot like Deana's, and neither of them was going to let him in without a fight.

The men climbing in and out of the hauler might have been the only reason Cindy and Evan stopped. They stared at each other, both breathing heavy. Cindy was the first to speak. "Why did you do that?"

His cousin's monotone voice conveyed the same lack of concern as her expression. She didn't regret what had just happened. "For the same reason you did it to me, last time." He had answered without answering. Deana would be proud of him. "I'm going to

help load up. We need to talk more."

Cindy nodded and stood there with her panties crammed into her pussy groove. "Have you met Candy's sister yet?"

Evan was surprised that Cindy had knowledge of something his mother didn't want anyone to know. "No, but mom's mini-me told me things that are hard to believe."

"Believe them," Cindy said. "Thanks for being here for me. I appreciate it. Now get, so can git dressed."

On the way to her father's pits stall, KK pushed Billy Joe between two car haulers. "Tell me what happened while I was gone."

"Nothing, KK, nothing, Billy Joe said.

"That mischievous look you had when I came back, said something did happen. I don't know how you could have done anything right there where I left you, but you did something."

"No, KK, you told me to act right."

"Billy," KK shook the girl, "tell me what happened."

"I swear, I don't know why, but-"

"Because you're easy, that's why."

"This was all your idea," Billy Joe sald and shoved her hands into her pockets. "Nothing really happened. She hung her head.

Tell me."

"It kinda just happened like before I knew it." BJ twisted her hips like she wanted to screw herself into the ground. "He's cute, and we were just goofing around."

KK put her fingertip on the flesh that had been exposed when Billy shoved her hands into the pockets of her skirt. She traced the frayed rim. "If you keep pushing your hands in like that you're gonna show your pussy."

Billy Joe put her hand on top of KK's, on her stomach, and glanced around. "His thing is enormous."

"You looked at it?" KK stiffened. "I told you to go slow, so they don't think you're easy, and you're already-

"No, stop, stop, stop yelling at me. I didn't look, didn't see it. Jeez. we were right there the whole time. What do you think I-"