Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
Deana entered Gloria’s room, and her sister jumped up. “Turn that I just got fucked glow down.” She squinted and held up a hand. “You’re blinding me.”
“Shut up.”
Deana closed the bedroom door. “It’s true, so don’t show your face after. You know what I mean?”
Gloria’s regretful nod showed that she totally got Deana’s warning.
“How’s your kitty?” Deana asked as she approached.
“It’s crazy, sore, but like I can still feel him inside me. I can’t believe how good it felt. He warmed me all the way through my body. It was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was,” Deana said. “Thank you for letting me be there.”
“No, thank you.” Gloria threw her arms around Deana and squeezed her. “You made it so much more special. Like we shared it, both lost my virginity together. That sounds nuts right?”
“Maybe, but I totally get it. How many sisters can say, we fucked our brother together?”
Gloria shook herself. “That sounds so bad, and good.”
“That’s because you’re a bad girl.” Deana jumped on the bed. “Come here.”
The naked girls laid on their sides, facing each other. Their legs twisted together. Deana ran her fingernails up and down Gloria’s arm. “There’s a picture of Mom when she’s not much older than you, with a huge belly.”
“Yeah, you showed me.”
“Were you trying to match her or make your silly dream come true?”
“It wasn’t silly, someone, probably Mom, is going to have a baby. I saw it.”
“Whatever, but that’s a dream. In real life, if you got pregnant, fuck, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“I wasn’t trying to.”
“Then you must not understand how it works,” Deana said. “Boy shoots inside girl, and girl—”
“I know, I know, but it was finally starting to feel really good, and I didn’t wanna disappoint Evan. You know, if—”
“If nothing!” Deana squeezed Gloria’s shoulder. “I can’t be there every time to pull out for you.”
“I know, it was stupid.” Gloria sighed in resignation. “It was crazy. I didn’t want to stop, and for a second I didn’t care what happened. I just wanted to feel him inside me.”
Deana pulled Gloria closer and kissed her forehead. “I know that feeling, I do, but.” She stopped, wanting to tell Gloria everything, but it was Candy who needed to tell Gloria who her father was and who her sister was. “Getting pregnant would be bad, getting pregnant by Evan would be—You can’t even imagine how bad that would be.” Deana could; she knew how destructive it had been. No, she thought, it had only been destructive because of that asshole. Maybe they needed to tell Evan, then he would help end that mother fucker?
“Dee, I promise, it won’t happen again. It scared me, and now it scares me more.”
“Good.”
“Will you really let me watch?” Gloria asked.
“Yup, I got a plan for that, too.” Deana rolled Gloria on her back, climbed on top, and hummed her groin against Gloria’s. “Oh, oh, oh, Evan, fuck me, Evan, fuck me.”
The sisters giggled and curled their bodies together. “You’re a great Spooner,” Deana said. Her hand was sandwiched between Gloria’s thighs.
“You too,” Gloria whispered. “You’re softer than my favorite teddy bear. I love you, really, really love you.”
“Not as much as I love you.” She nibbled on Gloria’s ear.
Candy tried four different radio stations and searched Spotify, but it was hopeless. There wasn’t a song that would stop the voices in her head. They were stupid, and a frustrating waste of mental energy, Candy knew that, but her brain kept on imagining the conversations she would have with Sally. She thought about the thousand different ways Darlene might have reacted, and the millions of things Sally could have said. None of them would make anything better. She had told Darlene who her mother was, then pleaded with Sally. It’s the right thing to do, she doesn’t hate you, she wants to meet you. What if I was wrong, Candy asked herself?
In hopes of turning off the conversations in her head, Candy replayed the crazy scene with Evan in the kitchen. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror and said, “I’m gonna fuck Evan tomorrow right before John gets home.” Sally wouldn’t be happy about it. She might even yell, but Candy would do it anyway. It was her defense, her fight or flight, the only way a hopeless, helpless state of paralysis wouldn’t crush her when John walked through that door. Evan would be there with her, his cum fresh and warm inside her, reminding Candy of the baby growing in her belly, Evan’s baby.
Then everything would go back—”No,” Candy screamed, “nothing will ever be the same.” How could it be? How could she sleep next to the man who forced Sally and Bobby to leave without their daughter, then gave Sally’s baby away, and kept Evan, Deana, and Cindy apart, raped and— “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Candy pounded the steering wheel.
Had she subconsciously known that John would hurt Gloria and Deana? All those years of sick role-playing and rough sex had been to make sure John was happy and satisfied. The SUV veered off the pavement and bounced through a grassy ditch into a field. Her body jerked spastically, wracked with sobbing. How could she live, knowing she had let something happen to her baby girl?
Candy’s relief about not hitting anything vanished when the tires spun and the car didn’t move. Reverse, forward, reverse, nothing. She instinctively reached for her phone to call Sally, then cursed herself for not having a phone. At least it’s not much further, Candy thought, I can walk. It had been many years since she had to walk down a country road, but fucking Evan and working out had Candy in better shape than at any time in her life.
One foot in front of the other, Candy followed the white line. It reminded her of when they were kids, balancing on the train tracks. Sally on one rail, Candy on the other, they walked until someone fell. That was the one thing Candy could beat her big sister at.
Thirty minutes later, Candy was heading down Sally’s driveway. On foot, it seemed more like an access road. She was halfway before the woods opened up to the lawn. Candy stopped. It was a beautiful old house. Like many of the houses in that part of rural Mississippi, Sally’s might have been a plantation home once upon a time. The thought of someone owning another person had always made her sick, yet that’s how Candy had been living since she married John—He owned her.
Shit, there were two cars at the end of the driveway. A flash of anger pushed Candy forward with gravel scuffing steps. Why would Sally have someone over when she knew how much they needed to talk?
It was a sexy fast looking car, like Sally’s. Candy knew the four interconnected circles meant expensive, and she imagined one of Sally’s business associates was inside. Without knocking, Candy pushed through the front door and saw her sister, standing in the kitchen. Sally’s expression seemed to be one of relief and fear. “Candy, what took you so long?”
“I walked,” Candy said flatly and started across the massive room. “Who’s here? We were supposed to—”
“It’s me.”
Candy spun toward the baritone voice. The tall, handsome man made Candy’s knees weak. Her brain started clicking through a catalog of people she used to know. The shirtless man looked like an actor in a cologne commercial. He said, “Candy,” and the tears burst from her eyes.
“Bobby, fuck, it’s you ... Bobby.”
Her big brother had to lift Candy a foot off the floor before her chin was on his shoulder. She sobbed and climbed higher up Bobby’s body. Once her legs were around his waist and his powerful arms were crushing her into him, Candy felt as if she’d completely regressed. She was thirteen again, and her big brother was going to make everything alright.
Sally stood behind Bobby. “Surprise.” She kissed Candy’s forehead.
Candy didn’t say any of the things bashing around inside her brain. There would be time for that later. Right now, all she wanted was to feel safe and loved. It reminded her of back when Sally was pregnant. The three of them shared a secret, and a love so strong it seemed nothing could ever tear them apart. They had been a family.