Potential - Book Four
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Chapter 35
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 35 - A teenage boy's normal struggles growing up with his twin sister, a stepmother, and stepsister are complicated by his porn brain and pantie fetish, or at least that's what he thinks. There might be more to the story. Too bad his best friend's moral compass is broken. NOTE: The whole story has been meticulously reviewed, rewritten, and grammar-checked. 4th book in the series. There will be 5. Plus he wrote Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Bestiality Masturbation Oral Sex
Evan certainly would have rather still been in a threesome with his sisters, taking advantage of every second until their mother came home and every hour until their father spoiled everything, but Jason insisted it couldn’t be done over the phone. He had to come over. Evan agreed because he had just fucked Deana while she made out with Gloria, and he knew he was going to give Gloria what she wanted. He wasn’t going to consult Jason about it or even tell him what happened, but Evan wanted the company of somebody with less moral character than himself. Maybe Jason had let a dog lick his balls again? That would let Evan feel better about himself.
When Jason closed the door, Evan knew his friend’s visit hadn’t been prompted by a need to show him some new porn. Something serious had happened or was about to. “What’s going on?”
Jason sat next to Evan at his desk and said, “Nothing. I told you I had to show you something.”
“Online?”
“Yeah.”
Evan shook his head. “Bullshit. You could have sent me the link and called me. What are you keeping from me?”
“Dude, you already know my worst secrets.” Jason threw up his hands. “Why would I keep something from you now?”
Hmm, that was a good question, Evan thought. “Then why do you have to show me in person?”
“Because I wanna see your face, and it is kinda serious ... more so for me ... I guess.”
“Let’s see it, curiosity is killing me.”
Jason pulled out his phone and sent the link to Evan’s email. He clicked it without haste, and they waited for the browser window to open. Jason pointed. “Click the download under that thumbnail.”
Evan extracted the zip contents to a folder and double-clicked the first JPG file. The picture viewer opened, and Evan’s pulse quickened before he knew the image had registered in his brain. “Shit!”
It was absolutely Miss Style’s oddly sexy face, her jet-black hair, and her pale skin. Evan swallowed hard. There were those solid tits, pierced nipples, flat stomach, and a dragon tattoo on her groin. He swallowed again, but his throat stuck to itself. Act shocked, not excited, he told himself and increased the size. “Dah, ah, dick, she has a dick.” Holy Shit, my boss, the woman who gave me boners, has a cock. Did he still want to fuck her?
“No shit,” Jason said.
The expression on Jason’s face made Evan realize what the implications were. “Oh, yeah, so I guess it wasn’t just her finger or a strap-on.”
Jason repeated himself, “No shit.”
Evan started to feel like he did in school, hoping the teacher didn’t call him upfront to the board while his dick was hard. He needed Jason to say he’d still do Miss Style, then maybe he wouldn’t be embarrassed. “I hate to admit it, but she’s still pretty sexy. Don’t you think?”
“Dude, the fuckin’ redhead was there. My face was between her legs. I had no idea what Catwoman was up to back there. It’s not like she whipped it out and said, I’m gonna put this in your ass. Right?”
He stopped staring at Miss Style’s dick and nodded. “Right.”
Jason grabbed the mouse. “Look here, that’s her with some other chick, completely dressed. Take a good look, zoom in, and tell me you wouldn’t jump at the chance to hook up with her if you met her somewhere.”