Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
It took less than five minutes to drive the distance Candy walked for half an hour. “My god, Candy, what happened?” Sally pulled to the shoulder opposite where Candy went through the ditch. “Where the heck were you going?”
Candy stared at the SUV. It was at least twenty yards into the field. Had she even hit the brakes? Candy hadn’t noticed earlier, but she’d gone through the only place there wasn’t a fence for as far as she could see. Maybe that was a sign things were getting better?
“Seriously, Candy, what happened?”
“I was thinking too much, thinking about everything. I started crying. The next thing I knew the wheels were off the edge, and I guess I overcorrected.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” Sally made a call, asked for Stu, and explained the problem. She nodded, gave her address, and hung up. “He’ll bring it to the house.” She leaned across the car and kissed Candy. “I can’t believe the three of us are here together. I thought it would never happen again.”
“Me too,” Candy said.
“Give me your keys.”
“Why?”
“Got to leave them for Stu.”
Candy watched the bam, in-your-face sexy ass as her sister went through the ditch and across the field like a stalking cat. It made Candy laugh, thinking about how she had tripped, slipped, and almost tumbled when she made her way from the car to the road.
On the way back to Sally’s house, Candy asked, “How much does Bobby know?”
“Everything.” Sally held Candy’s hand. “What was troubling you to the point of driving off the road?”
Candy drew in a deep breath and blew out a loud rush of air. “You and Darlene, John being back tomorrow, Cindy, almost fucking Evan again today, our baby, and... “ Candy trailed off.
Sally squeezed Candy’s hand. “And?”
“How could I be so blind ... stupid? I let him hurt my daughter. She must hate me. And Bobby, I was supposed to be taking care of our daughter. That’s why I stayed with John, so our daughter could have a family, a good life, and John’s been hurting her.”
“Stop it, Candy. You can’t blame yourself. Gloria loves you. You’re a wonderful mother. I saw that right away, and we don’t know for sure what John has done.”
“But I should know. I’m her mother, I should know. And why wouldn’t she come to me? Does she think I wouldn’t believe her? Or I wouldn’t do something to help my baby?”
“Damn it, Candy! Stop it, stop, stop, stop. Who knew what John did to you? Who did you ask for help? Nobody! And you know why? Because he’s the worst kind of evil. He made us think it was our fault so we wouldn’t ask for help. He made you think it was something you wanted, and he trapped you into thinking you had no choice other than the ones he gave you. If you had stood up to him you might have ended up like Sandra.”
Candy wanted to kick her feet and hit the dashboard and scream, that mother fucker always wins. Nobody could give back all the years she spent being owned by John or take away the thousands of painful things he did or remove the crushing load of regret Candy carried on her back.
“If you want I can talk to Gloria. She’d probably tell me things she can’t tell you.”
“She can tell me anything.”
“Not necessarily,” Sally said. “We couldn’t tell.”
Candy nodded until Sally stopped behind Bobby’s car. “Do I look okay? I don’t want Bobby to know I’m an emotional wreck.”
“You’re fine, Candy, just fine.”
They found Bobby out back on the patio. His thick red hair was still damp, but he was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. He stood as Candy approached. “Everything go okay?”
“They’ll drop it off here. No damage.”
“Good.” Bobby hugged Candy as if they were seeing each other for the first time. “I missed you, Candy, really missed you.”
“Me too.” Candy sat. “Why didn’t you come back or at least call me?”
“I’ll get us something to drink,” Sally said.
Bobby said, “No ice,” and dropped into the chair facing Candy. “I couldn’t.”
“You could have, Bobby. You could have at least let me know where you were, and I would have come to you.”
“No, I had to stay away. I’m sorry, but it was better that I stayed away.”
“So out of sight out of mind?” Bobby’s expression made Candy say, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, I can see why you might think that, but there hasn’t been one day that I haven’t thought about you and Sally and the girls.” Bobby looked up at the sky and dragged his hands up his face and back over his head. “It was better for everybody that I never came back.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to kill John, and after the army, after what I saw and did, I would have done it. I would have killed him with my bare hands. I had to stay away for you, and for Deana and Evan, and Gloria. If he was dead, and I was in prison, then what? Gloria would have a murderer as a father, and she’d never see me anyway.”
“Shit, and all I’ve been thinking about is myself and what I’ve been through. I’m sorry Bobby, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you told me not to stay with him.”
“It’s not your fault. You were a little girl, a pregnant little girl, and we left you. You did what you thought was best.”
Sally put three glasses of clear liquid on the table. Bobby grabbed the one without ice, Sally took one, and Candy stared at the last one. She could imagine gulping it, the burning heat in her throat, and warmth in her belly. If John let me drink, Candy thought, I’d be an alcoholic, but what am I supposed to do now? She couldn’t drink it, but Bobby would notice. He couldn’t know she was pregnant, so Candy brought the drink to her lips. Sally winked, and Candy drank as if the clear liquid was vodka. Knowing Sally had been thinking about the baby made Candy feel good.
“What did you do in the army?” Candy asked.
Sally shifted uncomfortably as if she already knew not to ask. Bobby took so long that Candy was about to retract her question when he said, “I killed people and saw people get killed. Sometimes women and children. Sometimes they were trying to kill us. The people we were supposed to be freeing from the horrible oppressive regime were killing us. It was bad, really bad.”
With both hands firmly wrapped around her glass, Candy held it at her chin. What was she supposed to say now? She sipped until the ice cubes were clinking together. Every person she loved had suffered because of the man she married. It was all her fault.
“It wasn’t all bad,” Bobby said. “I learned a lot, traveled the world, met some amazing people, and the army paid for college.” Bobby shrugged. “And I didn’t get killed.”
Candy turned and saw the same expression on Sally’s face that she imagined was on hers. They wanted to know more but were afraid to ask.
When the silence became uncomfortable, Candy said, “Are you all right now? I mean, you know, is everything okay?”
“You asking if I’m crazy?”
“No, no, it’s just that so many veterans have trouble when they come back. PTSD or whatever happens after going through so many ... you know.”
“It was tough at first but with some counseling, I’m better at not killing people who make me mad.” Bobby stared at Candy for a few seconds then laughed. “It’s a joke.”
“That’s not funny,” Candy said.
“You’re right,” Bobby said. “I have a habit of doing that, either not talking at all, or blurting out the truth, or most likely making jokes about it.”
“I’m sorry,” Candy said, “I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to talk, but if you want to, I’ll listen. Whatever you need.”
“Thank you. I’ll probably take you up on that someday.”
“Anybody need another drink?” Sally asked.
Candy acted as if she wasn’t sure before saying, “Just soda. I have to drive.”
While waiting for Sally to return, Candy repeatedly reminded herself that it was her big brother, but after all the years, and now hearing about what he had done, Bobby felt like a stranger. “What kind of lawyer are you?”
“A defense attorney. I’m with a firm that handles a lot of high-profile cases.”
“High profile?”
“Rich people, politicians, city officials, and some drug dealers, too.”
“I’m back,” Sally said. “Here, no ice.” She handed Bobby a glass. “What are we talking about?” Sally sat and gave Candy a drink.
Bobby said, “Don’t worry we didn’t start without you.”
Candy looked from Bobby to Sally and back to Bobby. “Start what?”
“Candy,” Sally put her hand on Candy’s forearm, “we have to talk about your situation.”
Oh great, Candy thought, now this is my situation. What happened to don’t worry everything will work out? “I thought you had a plan?”
“She did,” Bobby said, “but it’s not going to work.”
The blood drained from Candy’s face as the dreadful sense of hopelessness returned. She couldn’t live with John for long knowing all she knew. And Candy couldn’t go back to not having Cindy in her life. “What, why? I thought.” She stopped, knowing she had never really known what to think about Sally’s plan to catch John doing something incriminating or planting something on his computer.
“I’m sorry Candy. There are things I didn’t consider. Stuff Bobby told me.”
“Candy, I’ve been involved in these types of cases. Most of the time they don’t go to trial. The prosecutor offers a deal, and most people take it. Sometimes even if they aren’t guilty.”
“What? Why?” Candy asked.