Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Evan got closer. “Stuff with Aunt Sally and Candy? Do you know Sally’s friend, Miss Style?”
Cindy jumped up and sat on the bench. Her dark, intense stare made Evan divert his eyes away from Cindy’s, but he didn’t back down. Cindy’s knees bumped into his stomach. Evan touched them and stepped in. A shiver caught him off guard as they parted. He watched his hands slide up the smooth, brown skin. His fingers bumped over the denim hems, followed the swells of ass cheeks pressing out from under Cindy’s butt, and stopped on the backs of her hips. He was afraid to look up, but he pushed on. “Do you?”
Cindy’s sneakers hit the concrete floor. The arches of her feet pressed against Evan’s legs. He lifted his chin. Deana had been the only person who could provoke such a powerful burst of emotions, until now. It was difficult to breathe. Cindy’s legs looped around Evan’s body. Her hands moved to his head; her fingers raked through his hair. She pressed Evan’s face into the crook of her neck. He could smell, feel, and taste Deana. His sister had also been the only person to see him act like a baby. Evan started crying. “What’s going on?”
“Evan?” Cindy’s tone was pleading. He looked at her. “Do you love me the way you love Deana?”
Deana’s name coming out of Cindy’s mouth shoved Evan’s brain into gear without using the clutch. Does Cindy know about me and Deana? Was his cousin asking him if he would make love to her? No, Evan told himself, Cindy couldn’t know about us. “Of course I love you, but—”
“But nothing.” Cindy held his face between her hands. Their noses touched. He might as well have been staring into Deana’s eyes. Their foreheads pressed together as if holding each other up. Cindy’s breath moistened Evan’s lips. She rubbed his ears with her thumbs the way Deana did after he came. “Do you think I love you as much as Deana does?” Cindy asked.
Evan didn’t have to think; he knew how much Cindy loved him. “Why? What’s happening?” He was shivering. “You didn’t answer my question. Tell me what’s going on? Things are going on, and I feel like I’m the only one who doesn’t know. Why am I being left out?” He sounded like a hysterical girl.
“I do love you the way Deana does,” Cindy said. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Good, that’s good.” Cindy pressed her lips to Evan’s. He closed his eyes and kissed his cousin the same way he would Deana. At that moment, Evan couldn’t distinguish one from the other, except he knew this was different.
“Why did you do that?” Evan asked.
“Because I like kissing you.”
“Or because you know it’ll distract me?”
“Honestly, I do like it,” Cindy said. “And it might distract you but it also gets you focused.”
Focused, Evan thought, yeah on one thing. Deana did the same thing to him when she wanted to hear what was going on in his head, but Cindy couldn’t do that. “Whatever.”
Cindy asked, “You mad about me and Candy?”
Shit, how does she do that, Evan wondered and asked, “Are you mad that I looked at your phone?” Cindy’s smile confirmed that she knew he had, and the comforting hug she gave him answered his question. “Cindy, I’m happy for you, but scared, too. If he ever—”
“I know, we know,” Cindy said. “There isn’t anything to worry about, but you have to be careful, too. You know what I mean?”
Well, she could mean don’t get caught if I’m fucking Candy, or don’t do it with Deana anymore after their father got home. Evan nodded. They all had to be careful from now on. Nothing was as it had been before their father went to China, and it was dangerous. Dangerous, Evan thought, that is an ominous word. How had his father gone from being hard on him and sometimes a pain in the ass, to a threat?
Evan looped Cindy’s hair behind her ear, kissed her neck, and said, “You gotta trust me, too.”
Cindy stiffened, pushed back, and grabbed Evan’s shoulders. “I do ... with my life.”
Evan shrugged and said, “If you trust me, then what else? Do you know something about Sally and Candy, or Miss. Style and Darlene?” What was it Evan thought he might want to hear Cindy say? Not, Style has a dick and she sucked you off, but anything else that might help him understand everything he hadn’t considered until now. Why had Sally suddenly shown up? More importantly, how did everybody end up at Miss Style’s house? Was Miss Tonya in on it? She had been the one who got him the job at Style’s.
“Evan, what’s important right now is that when he gets home things are going to be tense for a while. Candy will need you. Be there for her. Okay?”
Be there for her, Evan thought. If Cindy knew about Candy and him, that could mean Cindy wanted him to keep fucking Candy. No, Evan told himself, that doesn’t make sense. Although, neither did fucking Rebecca in front of Deana.
“Do you understand?” Cindy asked.
Of course not, Evan thought while nodding. Cindy read his expression and said, “Stay close to her. Candy will feel alone, lonely, be there, close, and take care of her. Let her use your phone, but be careful.”
It sounded like a covert operation and a love triangle romance plot, and potentially a murder mystery movie. Evan might have fully grasped that if half his brain wasn’t busy imagining the erotic sexting pictures that might end up on his phone, and the possibility of being with Candy again. Maybe there would even be a threesome or foursome down the road?
Two hours after Deana started looking at the pictures, they were strategically ordered to maximize their impact. Any shots of Candy or Sally that Deana deemed provocative, had been moved to the bottom of the pile. Considering it would be Evan looking at Candy and Sally, most of them were down there. Lots of the pictures of Sandra were with them. Deana didn’t need Evan getting upset right away. He wouldn’t be able to think if he had a boner or was crying. She needed him to see it without her coaching. If he did, she’d see it on his face and feel her brother making the connections. Then, Deana could ask questions and get Evan to say it. If he thought the same things, Deana still wouldn’t tell him everything, but she would show Evan one newspaper article, and let him draw his own conclusions. Then, they could be enraged and terrified, together.
There hadn’t actually been any work to do on Cindy’s car. That should have been obvious to Evan when he saw the too-short, short-shorts Cindy was wearing. Her plan had been to get Evan there so she could tell him about Candy, and that she knew he had been with his mother. Surprisingly, that hadn’t bothered Cindy. She understood Candy better than him, even though his mother had warned him. Candy said she was more like him than an adult, but Evan couldn’t see past the years of having to listen to Candy as his mother. Cindy explained in a manner that made Evan proud of his cousin. Psychology would suit her well.
Cindy hadn’t said she knew Evan and Deana were lovers, but he thought his cousin knew. When pressed about the connection between Sally and Miss Style, Cindy was vague, so Evan kept Sally’s confidence, assuming his aunt didn’t want him talking about the wonderful career in porn that he had explored until his dick was sore. Though, more research was definitely required.
His cousin claimed ignorance about Darlene and said she only knew Miss Tonya casually through Candy from the ballpark. Evan had only let his perverted mind imagine Candy, Miss Tonya, and Cindy together for a second. After that, Cindy clammed up and told Evan to go home. Supposedly she needed extra time to get in the zone for that night’s race. Evan had teased Cindy about blowing the race the night Candy came to the track, but he totally got it. If he had been Candy’s lover and was separated from her for a long time, Evan didn’t think he would have been able to find the race track, let alone drive.
Once Evan was in his car, ready to drive home, Cindy leaned in and spoke with her lips touching his ear, “We fucked in the bathroom before the race that night.” He wanted to stay and hear a detailed account, but Cindy waved and walked away.
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