Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
The sense of relief Candy felt when John left for work was a trap. Candy had stopped feeling like she was walking on eggshells, in fear for Evan, herself, or their baby, but that allowed her to see the magnitude of John’s effect on her life. There had been freedom, joy, pleasure, and love in abundance while he was in China. Now, isolation, dread, fear, loneliness, and a pain so great it reminded Candy of the song Hard to Explain. That was Cindy’s song. Candy couldn’t listen to it without crying because Cindy told her it was how she felt without Candy after John had caught them. Now, Candy really understood the words: I went to see my doctor
‘Cause I thought I had a hole in my heart
But he said “Girl, you’re just wasting my time
Because some man messed up
Went and messed up your mind.
John hadn’t only messed up Candy’s mind, he had wrecked everything, destroyed lives, and separated her from Cindy, again, and that was the worst part of this.
Yes, Candy had Evan there, and she loved him tremendously, but that love was infused with maternal instinct. He was two different people to Candy, and even if Evan didn’t know it, he needed two different kinds of love from her. The only time Candy could separate the man from the boy she had raised, was when Evan took control, handled her, and fucked her. As soon as the orgasms were over, Candy wanted to nurture Evan, and the conflict started again. She hated how much she loved getting fucked by Evan.
Cindy was a different story. Candy had never felt as if she needed to nurture Cindy. The girl was strong, smart, and beautiful. Even as a young girl, Cindy had been that way. Then the teenager had become a powerful force, a magnet, drawing Candy to her. How else could the sixteen-year-old have unhinged Candy—a mother of three—to the point of seduction? Candy realized after Cindy had fucked her the first time at the beach that the girl had been working on her for two years. Cindy had admitted it. She said she had a girl crush on Candy for as long as she could remember. Certainly, it started before Cindy was old enough to consider it a sexual thing. After several boyfriends in middle school, Cindy thought she might like girls. That’s when her girl crush became an obsession. A growing sexual itch that needed to be scratched, at least in Cindy’s mind. That was until Cindy finally had Candy alone at the beach, in the changing room. She undressed without taking her eyes off Candy. Cindy told Candy that she felt it and knew Candy wanted her. Candy hadn’t known it was the truth until their third time making love.
John catching them together had been the second worse mistake of Candy’s life. She needed something to ease the pain, but Candy wouldn’t initiate it. If Evan did, Candy wasn’t sure she would be able to resist him.
Later that day.
Rebecca walked past Deana when she opened Sally’s front door and turned in a circle, taking it all in, but Deana knew it was an act. “Rebecca.”
“Nice, now tell me what you so rudely wouldn’t say on the phone,” Rebecca said. “Why are you here at Club Sally’s and not away on vacation? Like you told me you were.”
Deana pointed. “Let’s go upstairs and talk. It’s complicated.” Complicated, Deana thought, no it’s fucking horrible and I don’t wanna do this more now than before.
Once they reached the bedroom, Rebecca said, “Fuck me,” and did a running flip onto the bed.
Without making eye contact, Deana sat in the center of the bed with her legs tucked under her. Rebecca sat Indian style, facing her, and said, “This is serious.”
“Very,” Deana said. “And I don’t know how to tell you.”
“Fuck, are you dumping me? Please, don’t tell me—”
“No, no, no, it’s not that. No way,” Deana said.
“Are you pregnant?”
Deana started to say, it’s worse, but she caught herself and said, “No, thank God.”
“Dee, the look on your face is scaring me, so let’s stop the guessing game. Just spit it out.”
“It’s my father, he’s not a nice person.”
“Are you talking about those articles again? You think he—” Deana’s fierce expression and vigorous head shaking cut Rebecca off.
“I’m afraid of him. He does things, has been doing things ... to me. Bad things.”
Deana watched the color vanish from Rebecca’s face. Her girlfriend’s mouth opened wide and the nod of Rebecca’s head gathered momentum. The secret was out. “It’s been happening for a while.”
“Why ah, why didn’t you ... tell me?” Rebecca asked.
“I didn’t tell anybody. I was ashamed and couldn’t let anyone find out.”
“That’s why you never let me stay over when he’s home,” Rebecca said. “You should have told me. You could have. Dee, I love you. Don’t you trust me?”
“I couldn’t. If anyone found out, he would have done something worse. He would have, so I had to keep it to myself.”
Rebecca started asking, “What about Candy, Evan,” but Deana’s shaking her head stopped her.
“Nobody knew?”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should have made you tell me. I guess I didn’t want it to be true, so I didn’t.”
“You saying you knew?”
“I knew something wasn’t right, and wondered, even thought about asking you, but how do you ask someone something like that?”
“I don’t know,” Deana said. “I would have lied anyway. I couldn’t tell.”
“Why now? What changed?”
“I missed you, so I couldn’t keep lying. I’ve been lying for years, pretending,” Deana said. “Are you mad at me?”
“Mad? No, how could I be mad? I can’t even imagine what you’re going through or how I’d handle it. I just wish you had told me sooner.”
“I feel dirty, unlovable, I didn’t think you or anybody would want me if they knew.”
“That,” Rebecca said and launched at Deana, knocking her backward on the bed, “is bullshit. I fuckin’ love you.”
Rebecca’s kiss did for Deana’s heart what a hot bath would do for a sore body. Her girlfriend’s tears dripped onto Deana’s face. Her own joined them and spilled down her cheeks.
After a few minutes, Deana said, “Evan can’t know.”
Rebecca rolled off and lay on her side. “Is that why he’s not here and can’t know you are?”
“Yes.”
“How could he not already know?”
“It’s hard, but I can keep things from him.”
“Unless one of the dominoes falls over,” Rebecca said.
“What dominoes?”
“Like all the tiny things that don’t mean anything by themselves. They start to line up, and all it takes is one thing and the whole line falls down. The look on your face was all it took, and in my mind the dominoes started falling, and I knew.”
It was a strange way of thinking about it, but Rebecca was right. So many times Deana had seen Evan’s questioning expressions, but she had distracted him or changed the subject. What tiny piece would it take for her brother to see the whole puzzle? “That can’t happen with Evan. He can’t find out.”
“Yeah ... that would be bad,” Rebecca said.
“Very,” Deana said. “I’m kinda emotionally wiped out, but I’ll give you a tour if you want. Darlene and Gloria are probably at the pool with Sally. Maybe naked.”
Rebecca’s eyes lit up. “Darlene is here?”
Shit, Deana thought, how do I explain that? “Yeah, Gloria and Darlene are getting pretty close.”
“I saw that at my birthday party, but figured after Evan.” Rebecca raised her brows. “You know.”
Deana shrugged. “Don’t ask me.”
Rebecca popped up and grabbed Deana’s arm. “Shit, I gotta tell you something. You are not gonna believe this.”
Deana sat up. “Your mother got a new vibrator?”
“Oh, yeah, she did, but that’s not it. You are not going to believe this.”
“I’m pretty sure I will, so do tell.”
“Darlene fucked Kimmy at the party.”
“Sorry, but Gloria already told me that.”
“Oh, but that’s just the beginning,” Rebecca said. “Kimmy fuckin’ loved it.”
“How did that work its way into a conversation?”
Rebecca’s sexy lips curled up in that devious Joker’s smile. “Busted, I busted her and Ann. At gymnastics of all places. I found them in this little room off the main studio that nobody ever uses. Kimmy had her hand stuffed inside Ann’s leggings, and that homophobic bitch was cumming so hard her mouth was wide open in a silent scream.”
“Oh, my, God, at gymnastics.” Deana fanned her face. “What did they say?”
Rebecca giggled. “Well, once Ann could see straight again, she ran out like a scolded dog, but I made Kimmy tell the whole story.”
“The redhead strikes again.”
“You got that right. She fucked Kimmy so good the girl will be measuring every orgasm she ever has to the ones Darlene gave her. But that’s not all.”
Deana decided not to steal Rebecca’s thunder again, so she acted shocked when Rebecca told her what Darlene had done to Ann right in front of everybody. Then she was surprised for real to find out Ann and Kimmy had done each other at least once a day since the party, but agreed they weren’t lesbians because they liked boys more.
“You can’t say I told you,” Rebecca said. “It’s a secret, and once school starts they won’t do it anymore. I guess they’re summer lesbos, like prison pussy.”
“Um, prison pussy?”
“It’s butt holes,” Rebecca said. “Dudes can fuck each other in the ass and not be gay as long as they stop when they get out. So Ann and Kimmy can fuck all summer and be straight when they go back to school.”
Good luck with that, Deana thought. “Their secret is safe with me, but I can’t promise I won’t have some fun fucking with Ann.”
Rebecca’s lips curled again. “Oh, we will. Count on it.”