Potential - S01 E280

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Potential - S01 E280

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 280

"I told you, I had an affair, fell in love with her. Maybe I could have gotten away before, but I acted like a little girl with a crush, and I let us get caught. Now, John has all the power; he controls me. You were right, you and Bobby were right."

"John controlled you before that," Sally said. "That's what he does, he manipulates,

connives, and forces people to do what he wants. He's always been that way." Sally closed her eyes, took a deep breath in through her nose, held it, and blew out through tight lips. 'John is sick, a sociopath. He was born that way, and he would have found something else to hold over your head."

Candy let Sally's words sink in for a minute. Something was going on, and it felt like a conspiracy to keep her from knowing whatever truth Cindy had been talking about.

"I need a drink." Sally pointed toward a wine rack. "I'll get us some wine."

She watched her big sister drink a large shot of brown liquid from a fancy bottle before retrieving two wine glasses and a corkscrew. Hmm, she thought, Sally uses alcohol to cope, and I let my best friend seduce me, fuck my son every time he touches me and restarted the affair that got me in this mess in the first place. I guess we both have issues, but drinking too much seemed safer than what she had been doing. "Bring me a shot of that, too."

Sally poured a shot for Candy. She knocked it back while her sister filled the glasses. The eye-watering burn in her throat and the Instant warmth in her belly were gratifying. Sally sat opposite Candy and said, "Can we drink for a little while without worrying about anything else?"

"Yes, of course." The glass shook in Candy's hand, so she steadied it with the other and drank the Kathryn Hall Cabernet Sauvignon as if it were water. The bourbon in her empty stomach was already being processed and sent through her bloodstream. Maybe a superb drunken stupor was better than the truth? Candy pushed the empty glass forward, and Sally refilled it with a smile.

"I'll start working on something for us to have for dinner," Sally said. "Go sit on the couch and relax a little."

"Sure, and later we can talk more." Were her words already slurring or was that her mentally exhausted brain not hearing them

correctly?

Only a few words had been exchanged during the long sensual shower, but that didn't mean Deana and Evan hadn't been communicating. No, it was quite the opposite. Evan used his hands to tenderly wash, caress, and massage his sister into a limp, panting rag doll of emotions. When the hot water started to fade, Deana clung to him while the last of the soap was rinsed from their skin. They exchanged a deep penetrating stare that turned the cone of water streams into a "Beam us up, Scotty,"

moment. Their minds and hearts synchronized the way they had before all the shit happened. The full spectrum of Plutchik's wheel of emotions passed between the twins, and time stood still.

They were both shivering, their bodies covered in goosebumps, under the cold water. Evan wasn't sure if he had been laughing, crying or both, but he was exhausted. Deana appeared dazed. He turned off the water, threw back the shower curtain, wrapped a towel around his sister and hugged her as if they hadn't seen each other for months. "Dee, baby, I don't think I have ever loved you or anyone as much as I do now."

"I know, I feel it, too," she said. "That was weird."

"It was. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, no, not now," Deana said and stepped away. "I need a nap. Let's rest for a while. Okay?"

"Sure." He quickly dried off while Deana wrapped her head in a towel

Deana led the way, and Evan smiled at towel dancing with the cusps of her cheeks. They walked past the door to his room. She turned right at her bedroom, passed Gloria's room, walked through the living room, and turned into the kitchen. He figured she wanted a drink or something, but his sister kept going, and he followed her Into the back part of the house.

His sister paused at the entrance to their parent's room. He quickly saw why. Candy was like an Army cadet when it came to making the bed and keeping the place straight, but the sheets and comforter were on the floor along with clothes and a towel. Deana looked at him with concern, but he shrugged and walked her across the room. She tossed her towel, climbed on the end of the massive bed and crawled on her hands and knees. He had to shake off the stunned sense of awe before he collected the covers and joined his sister, wrapping them up in the smell of Candy. Deana rolled almost face down with a pillow in front of her, then she pulled him, so he was in the same position as her except her absorb their cuddling bodies.

Jason removed his shirt, turned a patio chair, so it faced the late afternoon Sun and sat down. He slid his butt forward and stretched out his long legs. The blue mesh shorts that he wouldn't be caught dead in even before removing the liner, pulled tight around his package. The material seemed more see-through now that he was outside. Oh well, he thought, Mom isn't home. The hot sun piercing through the tiny holes felt good on his cock and balls, but it was the idea of them being visible that turned him on. His mother most likely wouldn't, but knowing she could come outside when she got home filled him with an excited fear.

The back door opened. Jason jumped, prepared to find something to put on his lap, but it was his sister. Along with her short, black skirt and a tight T-shirt that showed the outline of her nipples, Becky was wearing a wicked, I just did something naughty, smirk. It didn't scare Jason anymore, but he still felt a need to exercise caution. Their mother hadn't said anything, but something seemed different about her today. Probably only his guilty conscience, but no sense letting his sister get him into something they wouldn't be able to stop if their mother came home from the store sooner than expected.

"Oh, it's you," he said and looked off into the backyard. Becky came around his right side and laid across his lap with her straight legs raised and her head thrown back in a mock swoon. He looked down at the swollen, dunce caps atop her tits and the stretchy material, trying to spring up beyond her barely hidden crotch.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

"Why would you assume I'm up to something?"

"Besides sitting on my dick in front of Morm, in the sixth grade you filled Paula's book bag with piss at the bus stop, two weeks ago you blew me in the kitchen then pissed on the floor, and you tricked me into fucking you in front of Darlene. Should I go on?"

"Tricked you," Becky said, "like you needed tricking. You had already fucked me and jerked off on me when I was sleeping and

"Okay, okay, I guess we're both guilty," he said. "So what is it then?"

"I wanna try something," Becky said. "I wanna sit on your lap with your dick in me when Mom comes in the room."

"Are you nuts?" he asked. "Of course you are, I already know that, but this- "It'll work. She won't even know if we do it right, Becky said. "I'll put a hole in a pair of my leggings and wear a skirt over them. You open your zipper just enough."

"There's no way she wouldn't know we were doing something."

Becky's grin grew more sinister. "If we sit there acting normal, you know, like we're goofing around, Mom would look right at us while you were stuffed inside me. We wouldri't have to move, but we'd still be fucking right in front of her eyes. Like last night, except she'll be awake."

"You are insane," Jason said. "That's not going to happen. All she'd have to do is say, Becky, get off your brother and go, whatever."

"I'd say, I'm already getting him off."

"No, no, no," Jason said. "I'm never doing anything like what you did last night again. Mom would kill us or at least me."

"What I did?" Becky stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "You trying to tell me you don't get off on thinking about Mom watching us?" She pointed. "You're fuckin' hard now thinking about it. Oh, nice shorts, by the way. What if Mom came home now and saw that?" She ran her hands along his dick, pushing it up toward his stomach. The top few inches poked above the waistband.

"Stop," he said and swatted at his sister's hands. "I'm not planning on letting her see it, and I wasn't hard until you sat on me. If she comes home, I'll hold my shirt in front of me and go to my room."

"You never know, Mom might like a big fat cock, too, Becky said and squeezed his shaft. "Haven't you noticed anything different about her lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"When is the last time you saw her drink more than one small glass of wine with dinner?" He shrugged and his sister continued, 'She had at least two after dinner, and what's with the way she's been dressing? I've seen more of her flesh in a week than in the last ten years. Our mother doesn't go naked under her robe, and if she did, she definitely would never let herself get sprawled out with her pussy showing."

"You had a lot to do with that," Jason said.

'Even if I did, you have to admit it was totally not like her to take a chance on someone seeing her."