Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Explores a teenage boy's complex coming-of-age journey entangled with family dynamics, including incestuous encounters. The narrative delves into erotic scenarios and explores Evan’s relationships with various females. Secrets unfold as Evan navigates his desires and confronts evolving family revelations. The text describes intimate moments, emotional turmoil, all hinting at deeper family issues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Who’s who, sucking Winnie the Pooh, Evan thought as he climbed the stairs. Had Deana and Rebecca masterminded the whole thing or did some of the who with papers have real instructions on them? They couldn’t have known for sure who would take something off, and they hadn’t been whispering, so didn’t that mean they couldn’t have decided on the fly? Not all of them, but maybe Gloria and Darlene were in on it, too? The whole thing could have been a set up to make him fuck Gloria? Or Darlene, Evan thought, but that didn’t make sense.
Evan closed the basement door and left Rebecca’s party behind him, regardless of who didn’t believe that he had to pee. He had been horny while watching videos of Miss Style getting sucked off by Sally, and his lust had grown exponentially during the game. Why wouldn’t it? Darlene had offered to fuck him while everyone watched, Jason had almost fucked Becky in front of them, and Gloria offered him her virginity, and he had been one thrust away from taking it. That’s why he went straight to Gloria’s room for a pair of her panties. Blowing a load in her underwear was better than dragging Gloria upstairs with him.
It wasn’t that Evan didn’t want to finish what Gloria had started downstairs, he did, but not in his present state of mind. Horny was one thing, but he would never subject his sister to angry primal lust. That kind of sex was reserved for a girl downstairs who would never let him fuck her, but that wasn’t why Evan was mad at Ann.
The pain on Deana’s face when Ann used the word lesbo made Evan want to punch the prudish tumbler. That waned after Rebecca had put Ann in her place. That was until Ann showed her true colors.
A few minutes before Evan fled the basement, Ann got up with a fist full of shirttail, hiding her crotch. Dangling on her other hand was the underwear Evan presumed she wanted to put on. Ann glanced at him, blushed, and casually turned to go between the two couches. The shirt was pulled tight across Ann’s ass, showing how firm, and sexy it really was. She paused before going behind the high-backed couch. He stared as her calves, thighs, and glutes flexed. There was a gap that couldn’t be closed at the tops of her legs. Evan gulped. A shockingly erotic pussy bulged like an upside-down heart. The girl had sat there all night, acting morally above them, yet her plump lips slid easily on the wetness of Ann’s secret desires. Was the tumbler advertising, strategically presenting that freakishly desirable pussy to him? Better yet, how could he get Ann far enough away so nobody would hear him fucking her?
It didn’t matter because Darlene hurried over by Ann. The profile view of her face showed the redhead’s jawbone clenching as she got close. Ann’s expression went from curious concern to fear, followed by something else. Maybe she hadn’t been advertising for his benefit?
Darlene turned her back to Evan, but he could see Ann from the waist up. She was turned sideways to him. He stared, hoping to see something that would confirm what he imagined was happening. Darlene’s head turned toward Ann, staring at the prudish homophobe. The tumbler’s mouth opened and closed several times, and her chest rose and fell with strained breaths. Evan was sure the fuckin’ redhead had a hand between Ann’s legs. He knew Darlene would molest the girl right there in front of them, but had Ann willingly submitted?
Either way, Evan had to get the hell out of there before he crammed his dick inside Ann’s fat pussy and hate fucked her. That wasn’t the way he would treat Gloria, so her panties would have to do until they finally consummated their love. If that ever happened?
It would be immensely more satisfying with the panties Gloria had seductively removed, but his sister’s aim hadn’t been good, and Evan didn’t dare try and retrieve them before claiming he had to pee.
In Gloria’s room, worn underwear was easy to find, and Evan considered doing the deed right there, but it was too risky. It was bad enough Deana, and maybe Candy, already knew about his addiction to his sisters’ panties. He couldn’t risk one of their friends catching him whacking off.
Evan stepped out of Gloria’s room and started toward the bathroom. Shit, what was that? He spun around toward Deana’s room, hiding the underwear behind his back. Fuckin’ Becky stepped out of the shadows inside Deana’s doorway. “What are you doing?” she asked and herded him backward into the bathroom with short shuffle steps.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have to pee,” he said.
Becky reached around, snatched the panties from Evan, and flipped on the light. “Bullshit.” The wanton expression and the devilish gleam in Becky’s eyes canceled out the too young look of her pigtails and old middle school uniform. “You wanted to fuck her so bad,” Becky said.
The words fuck her coming out of Becky’s mouth made Evan’s cock lurch. He squinted an eye, thinking, yeah, I wanted to fuck everyone in the room. “Who?”
Becky twirled the panties on her finger. “Should I have asked, who did you wanna fuck more?” Her tone was as lewd as what Becky did next. With the underwear pressed to her nose, she said, “Mm, Gloria’s. I guess you wanted to fuck her more than Darlene. You should have. Everybody wanted it to happen. You must know how hot it is to watch someone do their own sister.”
It had been volcanic-eruption hot watching Jason plow Becky from behind that night after the races and almost doing her tonight. “Then you and Jason should have fucked,” Evan said.
Becky’s grin was wicked. “We did. He put it in me right in front of everybody. If Rebecca’s uptight friends weren’t there, I would have gotten on my hands and knees and given ya’ll a show.”
Evan stared at Becky, wondering what had happened to her. One day she was Jason’s annoying little sister, the next, seductive temptress who was willing to put on an incestuous fuck show. He shook his head. “You’re bad, really bad.”
“I am.” Becky faced the counter and looked back at him in the wall-length mirror. “You better spank me.” She pushed the white leggings down, bent over, and flipped up her skirt.
Evan looked back and forth from Becky’s eyes to her ass. She said, “You know Gloria got me off? Your little sister fingered me and made me cum while you watched us.”
He wanted to grab the pigtails poking from the sides of her head and ram his dick in her. Instead, a loud, crisp, cracking sound echoed off the tiles. Becky’s smug face grimaced, but she didn’t rescind the offer. “Ooh, that felt better than I expected. Keep going. I’m really, really bad.”
It was so much easier to spank Becky. The girl got under his skin and made Evan want to do things he wouldn’t normally do. Like, fuck his best friend’s sister, and do her behind the dirt pile, and with her bedroom door open. If anybody deserved to have her bottom beat, it was Becky. Evan turned sideways, leaned forward, and swung with an upward slice. Crack! Her tiny little cheek barely jiggled, but a red circle flared then faded before his eyes. Becky whimpered, and he hit the other cheek as hard and enjoyed the changing color schemes even more. The third slap landed lower, half on her thigh and half on the cheek. Becky pressed her forehead on the mirror. “Keep going, I’m so bad.”
Right, left, right, Evan alternated sides. The sounds his hand made mingled with Becky’s gasps, grunts, and moans. The crimson flesh encompassed most of Becky’s cheeks. His hand stung with a burning heat. Her eyes were hazy and rolling. He shoved his pants down and pressed the coolness of his groin against Becky’s red, hot skin.
“Oh, my God.” Becky panted. “Uh, that, ah, that was intense. I came so hard.”
Evan smiled at Becky in the mirror, shaking his head. “You are a total freak, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea,” Becky said and brought a leg up on the counter. “Let’s fuck now.”
Evan was nestling the head of his dick into Becky’s dripping pussy before she finished talking. He pushed, her eyes widened then slammed shut. One firm thrust and he was buried deep. “Ahh, I’m not going to last long,” Evan said. “Sorry.”
“Good, I can’t take much more, not now.”
As Evan slowly pulled out, Becky’s clinging flesh created a wonderful sucking sensation that drew his balls up. He paused, then gradually fed Becky’s demanding pussy everything he had to give. Her body squeezed and released in rhythmic waves that clawed at his insides. Becky said, “Wait,” and moved forward.
His cock popped free and bobbed between them. He grabbed her thigh and helped Becky so both knees were on the counter. Her skin squeaked as they slid apart, lowering her crotch to a more comfortable height. He swung his hips forward and drove straight in. Becky’s moan was loud enough for anybody upstairs to hear, but Evan kept driving his groin. Becky tried to brace herself, but her head still hit the mirror. Evan got lost in the pleasure of fucking Jason’s sister until his balls snapped tight. “Don’t cum in me. Cum on my ass,” Becky said. “Squirt it all over my ass and pussy. I wanna have you on me when I go downstairs.”
Becky would have gotten splattered even if she hadn’t wanted it because Evan had waited too long. His load was rushing to the tip as he yanked out. The first burst blasted her crotch, then he grabbed his dick and filled Becky’s ass crack and covered her pink cheeks. Cum ran down and dripped from her pussy lips. “Becky, I think you watch too much porn.”
Becky ignored him and said, “That was a lot. How many days you been holding it?”