Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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
“What do you think Mom and Evan are doing?” Gloria asked as Deana climbed the ladder out of the pool.
Deana’s lips squished over to one side. “Hmm.” She had been trying not to imagine what it would be like at their house, counting down the minutes until their father walked in.
Gloria said, “I hope Evan fucks Mom, fucks her, and fucks her right up until he comes home.” Gloria pulled a bikini up her legs.
Deana suspected there would be some fucking, but she prayed they wouldn’t take any chances. Candy promised to call them at Sally’s when it was safe, but they were under strict orders not to call her or anybody else. John couldn’t know about Sally, and they were supposed to be at camp without phones. Evan would never believe that, but he’d never find them at Sally’s house. Hopefully, Candy would find some way to put Evan off when he asked questions. A safe way, Deana hoped. “I wish we could call and see how they are.”
“Yeah, me too,” Gloria said, lying face down on a lounge chair. “It’s weird hiding out here even though I’m glad I don’t have to see him. I never wanna see him again.”
Deana straddled Gloria’s chair and adjusted her bikini bottom to align perfectly with the existing tan lines. Gloria’s pale skin showed the effects of the sun quickly, so Deana convinced Gloria that her white rump would stand out like a lighthouse on a foggy night, a beacon of fuck-me sexy that Evan wouldn’t be able to resist. Like she needs that, Deana thought as she fought the urge to shove her face into the girl’s ass cleavage. Moments like that and having seen Sally swimming naked earlier made Deana sure about her sexuality. Dicks weren’t on her mind unless it was her twin brother’s cock being thrust into her, but that wasn’t like having sex with a boy. It was like joining herself to more of herself, a part of her that only existed in Evan. It was like entering a fourth dimension of love. They were one person, sharing everything except Deana’s secret. Keeping that had become more difficult each time Evan pounded her into a blissful orgasm.
“Girl,” Deana smacked Gloria’s butt before sitting on the chair beside her sister, “if you didn’t have a boyfriend, mm, mm, I’d fucked you silly right now.” That sure would take her mind off Candy and Evan, Deana thought.
“Boyfriend?” Gloria lifted her head, turned it toward Deana, and laid it back on the cushion. “You have an actual girlfriend. I have a brother who fucked me ... twice.”
“When you say it like that, it sounds so, um.” Deana was suddenly embarrassed by her thoughts. She loved Rebecca, no doubt about it, and wanted to be with her, but sex, sex, and more sex were on her mind. Since they arrived at Sally’s house last night, Deana had been resisting the urge to fuck Gloria. Earlier, when Sally was swimming laps, it had been like watching Darlene swim. That made Deana think about the day Darlene fucked her at Style’s house and made her fantasize about Sally doing her. Deana had also been thinking about Evan doing Candy, and most of all, she wanted to see Candy and Gloria together. A mother fucking her own daughter, how incredible would that be? If Sandra hadn’t been killed by her father, Deana imagined her mother would make love to her. Was there no limit to how much sex she would have and with whom? Maybe everything would be different, Deana thought. Maybe I wouldn’t be like this at all if Mom was alive. Would I be happier that way?
Gloria took a shot at finishing Deana’s sentence. “Nasty, but in a good way?”
“Yeah,” Deana said and lowered the top of her chair until her head was at the same level as Gloria’s. “Does that make me a bad person, wanting to fuck you even though I’m with Rebecca?”
“If it does, then I’m worse than bad.”
“Really? How so?”
“At least you have a girlfriend and know that’s what you want,” Gloria said. “I’m just as confused as I was before.”
Deana understood the constant back and forth, the questioning, and the fear associated with thinking you might be a lesbian. She also knew the relief that came with finally being sure, even if going forward still traumatized you. “Let me guess, you were hoping for a bolt of lightning once you had sex, and you’d know?”
“Like getting hit in the head with a baseball, isn’t that what you said?”
Deana nodded. “Yeah, but I didn’t say it would make you forget about that sexy as fuck redhead you’re in love with.”
Instead of refuting Deana’s claim, as she had the last time, Gloria said, “Dee, I love them both, really love them, but I hardly know Darlene, and she may not love me that way, and Evan, I think he does, but.” She sat up and turned sideways on the lounge chair, leaning forward to stare down at Deana. “He’s still my brother, and I still couldn’t choose. It was good, I loved how Evan made me feel, and I love him more now, but if Darlene wanted to, I’d let her fuck me. Shit, I’d let you do it, or my aunt, and I even thought about-Never mind. What’s wrong with me?”
Nothing, I hope, Deana thought and forced her eyes away from the tits that were about to tumble out of Gloria’s bikini top. “Don’t never mind me.” Deana lifted her leg, turned, passing it over Gloria’s head, and sat up. She closed her thighs on Gloria’s knees, forcing them together, and placed her hands on Gloria’s legs. “Now tell me the never mind stuff so I won’t feel so bad about all the people I’ve been with since me and Rebecca got together.”
“All,” Gloria straightened, “the people? Who? How many?”
“Hmm.” Where do I start, and how far should I go, Deana thought before saying, “I think about sex so much, and other than Rebecca, it’s always taboo, doing it with someone I shouldn’t.”
“Like who?”
“Okay, but I’m only telling you so you’ll feel comfortable talking.” Deana held up a fist, “You’ll be sorry if you repeat any of it.”
“Like you need to tell me that?”
It still felt wrong to admit how much of a slut she had been, so Deana tried, “Your aunt gets me wet every time I’m near her.”
Gloria smirked. “Yeah, and who wouldn’t get wet? I think about her, and she’s my aunt. But it’s worse than wanting my aunt and the things I think about you and Evan doing to me.”
“Ooh, me and Evan ... doing you? Yeah, that has happened a thousand times already in my mind,” Deana said. “It’s what I already did that scares me.”
“How about you tell me, and I promise to tell you the one thing that is the worst of the worst. It’s not anything you or any normal girl would think about.”
The expression on Gloria’s face made Deana believe it was seriously troubling her little sister. And, sadly, that made Deana tingle between her legs. “Darlene fucked me even though I was trying to be faithful to Rebecca. I’m such a slut. It was before you and Darlene, so don’t be mad, okay?”
“Yeah, but that’s Darlene. There’s something about her. Mm, God, she’s ... she’s, I don’t even know how to describe her. Did you know she fucked Kimmy at the party? And fingered Ann right by the drinks? She told me she did it because of how Ann reacted when she heard about you and Rebecca.”
“Oh my God.” Deana grinned. “I figured something happened to Kimmy upstairs, but Ann—No fuckin’ way.”
“Yes fuckin’ way, I watched. She told me what she was gonna do. I think Evan suspected something, but nobody else, and Ann came all over Darlene’s hand.” Gloria blushed. “I tasted it, sucked her finger when Darlene came back and sat next to me. Now who’s the slut?”
The shame radiating from Gloria’s expression made Deana say, “Mom and Cindy fucked me.”
“No way. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, it happened. They seduced me, and I loved it. Mom, I’ve fantasized about her for a long time. Cindy...” Deana trailed off, unwilling to admit how strong her feelings were for Cindy or how wrong that was considering their actual relationship.
“Mom and Cindy!” Gloria’s nipples bulged under the tiny triangles of thin material. “Mom and Cindy? Wait a minute, no fuckin’ way, is that who you were talking about when you said Mom might have—Mom and your cousin? Fuck me running. That’s incredible.”
Cindy’s my sister, Deana thought, but she said, “Fuck me running?” Nobody said that except— “Jag27?” She suddenly didn’t feel bad about having sex with her stepmother and sister. “Chaperone, you’ve seen that?”
“Obviously, and you have too,” Gloria said. “It makes our family seem as normal as rain.”
“I think Rebecca was trying to tell me that when she sent me a link to it.” Deana had devoured Jag27’s depraved incestuous comic strip, Chaperone. “So now you know my thing. What about you?”
Gloria’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but all that came out was, “Ma, ma, wow.”
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