Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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
Candy had anticipated the worst and then imagined it being more horrible than that. Can someone really imagine Hell, Candy wondered.
John had responded as expected when she squeaked like a little girl and tried to hide her nakedness with two hands, but Candy hadn’t been able to follow through with her plan. It was impossible to mask her true feelings completely. Mock resistance triggered Candy’s fight-or-flight instincts, and John yanked her by the hair. She saw stars and didn’t want to play anymore, but it had never been a game to John. He bent Candy over the bed, with her face smashed into the mattress, and fucked her violently from behind. Candy hardly noticed John’s tiny dick sliding through Evan’s cum, yet it was still horribly painful to have him touching her. After it was over, she rubbed her wrist, knowing a purple ring would form where John held on and pinned her arm behind her back. That wouldn’t be as easy to hide as the finger marks on her neck, which her hair covered. Candy had been so wrong, thinking it wasn’t possible to hate John more.
Less than thirty minutes had passed since the phone call, but it seemed like hours to Gloria. She was still standing where Deana had left her, shifting weight from one foot to another, staring at the fantastic pool and yard surrounding her. Just like everything inside the house, it was all perfect. Gloria felt as if she were in a movie about really rich people.
Deana seemed so sure Darlene would show up, but why, Gloria wondered? It didn’t make sense, yet she believed Deana. There were “reasons” why her mother hadn’t protected her from John, and Deana knew what they were. Deana knew many things she didn’t want her to know. Gloria was sure of that, and one of them had something to do with Darlene. The only reason she hadn’t pushed Deana for answers was the compassionate, loving expression on Deana’s face. Her big sister always had her back, always.
Gloria’s whole body jerked when hands squeezed her shoulders. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You’re here.” Gloria turned around and faced Darlene.
“Of course.” Darlene brushed Gloria’s hair back off her forehead. “You said you needed me.”
Gloria couldn’t remember saying she needed Darlene, but her mind and body seemed to sigh with relief, and her stomach churned, and her heart pounded. Darlene’s glistening blue eyes seemed genuinely concerned. They’re so blue, Gloria thought, and suddenly, she knew what Deana was keeping from her. The truth about who Darlene was and why she felt as if she had always known Darlene. Since they met at the mall, it had been in her mind like something on the tip of her tongue. Gloria was about to say it, but Darlene kissed her.
Nobody kissed like Darlene. The girl’s lips and tongue were hungry, consuming like an orgasm, and they sucked all conscious thoughts out of Gloria’s mind. More, more, more of whatever the redhead had to give was all Gloria wanted. She did need Darlene and loved her more than she could have imagined.
Their chests crushed together. Gloria felt her bikini top come loose. Her swollen nipples pressed into the warm cushions of Darlene’s breasts. A thick, denim-covered thigh forced its way between Gloria’s legs. She squeezed her thighs on it and sucked in Darlene’s hot, panting breaths.
Darlene held Gloria’s lip between her teeth and pushed a hand down the front of her bikini. Gloria whimpered like a wounded animal as three fingers reached her crotch. Two massaged and manipulated the bald swells of flesh while Darlene’s middle finger furrowed between them. Gloria’s knees got weak, and her insides quivered. Darlene locked her in an intense stare and purposefully ground Gloria’s inflamed clit. She moaned and hunched with need.
Darlene stopped abruptly and said, “Let me help you.”
Gloria understood what Darlene meant and nodded as her eyes closed and her mouth returned to Darlene’s. Somebody did kiss like Darlene, and it was Gloria.
In a systematic rhythm, Darlene rotated her hand and bumped her thigh upward against it to help her fingers go deeper inside Gloria’s body. The base of them slammed Gloria’s clit each time they bottomed out.
Tears of pleasure, love, and fear filled Gloria’s eyes. Nothing like that had ever happened, so her brain couldn’t find any past connections to help Gloria understand it. But she was starting to understand what the something about Darlene was all about. The redhead was strong, aggressive, wildly sexual, and took control in a way that should have been intimidating. Except, Gloria wasn’t intimidated. Darlene’s presence brought a sense of peace Gloria hadn’t had since John started fucking with her, and the redhead’s touch was—What? It’s everything, and more, Gloria thought. It’s like touching myself, except better because Darlene actually loves me.
The tiny bubble of pleasure that started when Darlene first kissed Gloria had been growing like a glob at the bottom of a lava lamp, building and fighting upward through the liquid. When it broke through, Gloria wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Tears poured down her cheeks. Darlene grabbed Gloria’s ass, lifted her, and shoved her leg upward until her foot was on the edge of the lounge chair. Gloria floundered on tiptoes with her crotch crushing down on Darlene’s thick thigh. She threw her arms around Darlene’s neck to hold herself up and buried her face in the red hair covering her shoulder.
Darlene pulled Gloria tight against her body, stroking her hair and rubbing Gloria’s back. “Just let it go, let it all out. I got you, I got you.”
Twenty feet away, Deana blew out the breath she’d been holding and wiped her eyes. That was incredible. Most kids at school probably saw Darlene as angry, tough, and, at times, mean. That’s what Deana used to think, except Darlene had just given Gloria the most beautiful, loving climax Deana could imagine. Her chin wrinkled, and her lip quivered as the redhead held her sister. Gloria was going through exactly what Deana had gone through with Rebecca, except Evan was her twin brother, so he wasn’t actually someone Deana could be in love with. Not that way. How was Gloria going to choose between Evan and Darlene?
Deana eased back toward the house, knowing Darlene could be trusted with her little sister. What on earth would happen if Sally came home and saw her daughter for the first time? Deana wanted to call Candy so she could warn Sally, but that wasn’t allowed. They were cut off and out of contact with Candy and Evan, and knowing that intensified Deana’s sense of isolation and loneliness.
Evan doubted the one time he played a tree in a school play would help him act normal, but he tried to recall what he had learned as he walked downstairs. Smile, don’t act guilty, imagine nothing ever happened with Candy, and pretend you’re interested in China, Evan told himself. Oh, and act like you’re happy he’s back. Of course I am, Evan thought; what son wouldn’t be happy to see their father? This is going to be more challenging than I thought. I am happy he’s home, and I should feel like a piece of shit. Candy is his wife and my mother. I’m the bad person in this scene, Evan told himself.
John shocked Evan with a hug and a pat on the back. What the fuck, he never hugs me. Does that mean he knows something and wants to make this worse, Evan wondered. Stop being stupid and smile, Evan told himself. “Dad, welcome home, I guess.” It hadn’t been that long, but it seemed like six years had passed since his father left for China. “Was it a good trip?”
“It was productive enough.”
Whatever that means, Evan thought. “Oh, okay.”
Rule one was don’t look at Candy, but Evan glanced past his father. Candy was on the other side of the island, at the counter, facing away from Evan. The island blocked his view from the waist down. That’s a relief, Evan thought, I can’t see Mom’s ass.
“Your mother tells me you didn’t give her any trouble about being grounded,” his father said.
Evan nodded and broke rule one again. Candy turned away from what Evan had imagined was dinner preparation and crossed the space to stand in front of the island, facing him. There was no turning away or pretending he couldn’t see it. In less than an hour, a complete transformation had taken place. It wasn’t just the hair that seemed to have been left to dry without being brushed or the bland color of the formless shirt that covered Candy’s top half. How is this possible, Evan asked himself. Candy, the sexy, vibrant, fun, and happy woman who had been acting like a horny teenager, was his mother again.
Instead of following rule two, mental denial—never think of anything we did, Evan tried to imagine Candy in the overalls, waiting to get fucked. It didn’t work. All Evan could see was the old version of Candy, their mother from back before he knew Candy wasn’t happy. Evan remembered his conversation with Deana the day his sister met him in the basement to work out. She gave him a fantastic blow job instead, then, discussing their mother, Deana said: “It wasn’t a quickie hello hug, either, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She seemed happier, too. This might sound weird, but it felt like, uh, she felt like Candy, not Mom. It was like the way she used to be when she could still get us out of trouble.”
There hadn’t been any better words than “Felt like Candy, not Mom,” to describe what Evan felt but couldn’t explain. They had other more somber conversations about what Candy had been through, given up, and how unhappy she must have been. But, until now, seeing it as if a switch had been flipped, turning off the joyous, bright, in-love glow Candy had, Evan had never fully grasped it. Hiding his guilt suddenly wasn’t a problem, but how would Evan disguise the sadness and lurking anger?
“She said you stepped up and handled everything like the man of the house.”
The voice got Evan’s attention, but not soon enough to be sure of what his father said. “Sir?” He saw Candy’s eyes widen and her head nod urgently. “Yes, sir, I did.”
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