Potential - S01 E277

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Potential - S01 E277

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 277

'Because you love me, Deana said and shut the door.

He sighed and grabbed the bag. "I suppose I do.

At the foot of the porch steps, he admired Deana's butt. She stopped with her hand on the screen door, smirked and said, "Or, maybe you just love this?" She yanked her shorts down and mooned him. The girl's ass was an aphrodisiac.

Deana's snug shorts caught on her bubble-butt, lifting the sexy flesh into mounds above the waistband. She took her time and turned the struggle into a seductive wiggle. He dropped the bag and covered three steps in one stride. Whack. Deana's right cheek bumped the left, and they both shook. "Ooh.' She jerked upright and turned around with her hands on her hips and her brow arched. "You're fast."

He stared at the front of Deana's prominent hip bones and the waistband cutting across her mound. He stood one step below his sister and crowded her against the door. "And you're lucky."

"Um, Rebecca is the one who gets off on being spanked, so how am I lucky?"

"You're lucky you're not wearing a skirt." He got to his knees and kissed the hairless slice of skin between her shorts and shirt.

"And if was, would you lift it up and do something right here where we might get caught?"

He nodded, and his sister pushed her shorts lower. "What's stopping you."

It was irresponsible and dangerous, but he reached through the gap below Deana's crotch, placed his hand on the curve of her lower back, and pulled her forward to meet his lips and tongue.

"You're bad, Deana nudged her shorts lower, arched and leaned back on the door, "influence on me."

"Mmn, think it's the other way around." He pressed his mouth on the curve of Deana's pubic bone, stuffed his tongue between her pussy lips and hummed. Her fingers twisted in his hair and she worked her pelvis, grinding her clit on his face.

"Ah, shit, Evan, oh God, we can't, shouldn't do it out here." Deana panted and pumped her hips for a few more seconds. "Oh, shit, ah, the neighbors, the neighbors might see you fucking me."

He imagined saying, fuck the neighbors and taking his sister from behind while Mrs. Bryn watched from her window, fingering herself. "I guess," he said and slid his middle finger inside Deana's pussy.

"Ah, wouldn't it be amazing if it didn't matter, if we could do it right here or anywhere without worrying?"

The tip of his finger trolled the wet groove and flicked roughly over Deana's swollen bud. "We got the house to ourselves." He stood up. "Let's go in where we really don't have to worry."

'I guess we better, but first," Deana said and pushed her shorts to her ankles. "Holy shit, you have no idea how exciting it is knowing someone might see me like this."

"I think I do," Evan said. "Remind me to tell you what happened at the creek"

"Okay, but now," Deana said, "let's finish what Mom interrupted last time you had me for dinner."

"I think it was lunch-time that day, Evan said and picked her up. Deana's flip-flops tumbled down the steps when she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried his sister through the screen porch and into the kitchen.

Deana pulled their father's chair back, and he set her on the table, looking out the bay window at the driveway. Candy pulled in last time while his face was buried in Deana's pussy. This time, if their mother came home, he didn't want to stop. He wanted Candy to know about them, and he wanted Gloria to know, too, so he wouldn't feel like he was cheating on any of them when he was with the other. Deana moved so he could sit, then she put her feet on the seat next to his legs and spread her knees. He stared between them. "Jeez, you're incredible."

She batted her eyes and said, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Mm." He started kissing his way down her inner thighs. "Definitely not.

Evan eagerly turned his head side-to-side, working his lips deep Into her labia while poking her hole with the tip of his tongue. As much as he warited to know why his sister was acting like she wasn't a lesbian anymore, he was determined to enjoy it without asking questions.