Potential - S01 E282

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Potential - S01 E282

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 282

"What are you doing?" Deana asked..

Burning that picture into my brain in case I don't get to see it again, he thought. "Admiring you."

"You mean staring at my ass?"

"No, admiring," he said. "You're laying flat, and it's still a bubble butt. Amazing."

"What's the difference between a bubble butt and a badonkadonk?"

"Hmm." He kicked the covers away and moved his leg over, laying his calf in his sister's ass cleavage. "Ah, you and mom, that's the difference."

"And Gloria?"

"Yup, badonkadonk."

"Darlene?"

"Definitely a badonkadonk."

"Rebecca?"

"Hmm, I think she'd have a bubble-butt if she weren't always walking on her toes and tumbling across those blue mats."

"Whatever," Deana said and turned on her side, facing him.

"Imagine Mom walked in? What would you do?"

Shit myself, he thought and asked, "What'dah you think she would do?"

Deana nudged his leg. He lifted it, and she slid her thigh between his. Her silky skin moved up until his balls rested on it. "I think she would put her hands on her hips and try and look mad, but after a few seconds, a smile would slowly break on her face. She'd undress and do a slow, sexy walk over to my side of the bed. She'd lean over and pressed those plush, warm lips to mine, and I'd be lost in the kiss. Mm, she kisses so good. After we made out for a few minutes, she would crawl over and start kissing you. Her boobs would be hanging in my face, and you know what I would do.

"Jeez, it sounds like you have already kissed her."

"I have," Deana said, "but it wasn't like that, you know, foreplay."

"Huh, what was It then?"

"Relax, It was a while ago," Deana said. "I've never mentioned it to anyone."

"God, I don't care if it was yesterday, I just wanna hear about it."

"It's not really a big deal, Deana said. "I was leaving for school one day. I always kiss her goodbye, but that day when I looked at her, there was a strange vibe. It's hard to explain. Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion, but there was this look in Candy's eyes. It was like she was frozen, staring at me the way you would when you think you know someone, but you're not sure. It was a joke, or I thought it was a joke when I did it, but there wasn't anything funny about that kiss."

"Damn it, Dee, why did you kiss her? What happened?"

"Phew, Evan, you know how it is when you learn one thing, and it starts to explain other things that you didn't even know were questions?

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

"I'm not sure what was going on with her that day, but there had to be something that made her look into my eyes the way she did," Deana said. "I thought I'd surprise her with a kiss on the lips, I had no idea it would last so long. Now that know what I know about me, I understand what it was back then. I used to stare at her lips and have these weird feelings. I never questioned them, but now I know I wanted to kiss her a long time ago. That day, I did it because of the way she looked at me. I think she wanted me to do it."

He squeezed Deana's hand. His sister had a crush on Candy, too, except she had to reject the feelings that they were taught were wrong, bad, and ungodly. "Is that really what you would want to happen if Mom showed up?"

"I don't know," Deana said, "but lately when I look at Mom, I feel like she knows about us and doesn't care. Now, I'm not saying she'd be down with a threesome, but I get this feeling she likes girls, too."

"Mawah, maw, Mom with-No, I can think about that. Would you do it, kiss her again if you had the chance, and maybe more?"

Deana smirked. "Don't you think I should start with Gloria to prepare myself for Mom?"

He shook his head. "Ah, if that ever happens, can I watch?"

"Mm, yes, oh, yes, a threesome with my twin and our little sister, yes."

"Who are you, and what did you do with Deana?"

"It's yours and Rebecca's fault," she said. "You're a bad influence on me.'

"It's the tumbler, not me."

"Hey, what do you think happened in here earlier?" Deana asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, this room," Deana sald and gestured at the mess. "Have you ever seen Mom's bed unmade?"

He grinned.

"I don't mean when you were in it with her."

"You're jealous," he said.

"Not jealous, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't envy you a little. That kiss with Mom, it was short, but it felt long, and I was shaking when I ran out the backdoor."