Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Deana said, “Dah,” and held two pictures side by side. One had the excessively pregnant Sally standing next to their mother, and the next was their mother holding the baby without Sally.
“Okay, so it’s Sally’s baby.” Evan couldn’t tell Deana about Sally’s past. Was it possible to raise a kid while doing porn? He doubted it, but what did he really know about Sally? “You think that guy is the father?”
“I think so, but—” Deana stopped and stared into the box like it was a Magic 8 ball. “I don’t know, it could be, but after those pictures, there aren’t any other baby pictures. Maybe she gave her up for adoption? We might know her.”
Evan wanted to see the pictures more than he wanted to talk about Sally’s baby. “Hand them over.” He reached out.
Deana twisted and held the box out of reach. “Not so fast.”
“Who died and left you in charge of them?”
“Mom gave them to me,” Deana said.
The snarky rise of his sister’s brows would have irked Evan if not for the hair looped behind Deana’s ear and the word Mom coming from her mouth. He glanced back at a picture of the woman Deana had been cloned from, standing next to the cute girl they had been forced to call Mommy. Once he fucked Candy, that word had been harder to say, but now after seeing Sandra, their mother, it would be worse. Had Mom ever felt natural to him?
Deana pressed on, feeding pictures and commentary to Evan. They were mostly of him and Deana at various ages. Normal growing up stuff like playing at the park, first days of school, them at the circus, and even in the tub, but always together. “Do you remember how old we were when we got our own rooms and stopped doing that?” Evan turned the picture of them in the tub toward Deana.
“Hmm.” Deana flashed mischievous eyes at the ceiling as she rubbed her chin. “I seem to remember sharing a shower the other day, and didn’t I spend the night in your room recently?”
Evan grinned and grabbed a picture out of the box. Deana snatched it away and hid it behind her back. “Not yet.”
“What are you keeping from me?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why don’t you want me to see that picture?” Evan asked. “And why are you guarding that box like the Holy Grail?”
Deana let out a sigh. “Okay, you got me, I didn’t want you to overload on Candy and Sally, or get too upset the way I did when I plunged into it.”
“I’m a big boy, Dee, I think I can handle it.” That was a lie, but Evan planned on playing it cool until he was alone. Deana needed him to be strong for her, even though she would never admit it.
“I’ll leave them with you after. Just play along for now, then you can stare at Candy and Sally when they were young and even sexier.”
Evan imagined Candy and Sally as teenagers, living under the same roof like him and Deana and Gloria. “They have a brother, Bobby. Candy talks about him. Where is he?”
Deana smirked. “Here.”
The degree of faded and worn decreased as Evan’s understanding grew with each photograph Deana handed him. She told him who was who, even though a lot of it was obvious, like where Candy and Sally got their tits. Deana filled him in on what Sally said, and added comments that Evan knew were designed to steer his thinking. Yesterday, before Evan decided to examine everything, Deana’s superior perception would have been needed, but not today. Evan was tuned into his sister’s thoughts and emotions. They were drawing the same conclusions. What Evan couldn’t figure out was why Deana didn’t want him to see that one picture? He held that bit of information at the center of his thought process.
Evan held two pictures by the corners and waved them. “So, you think Bobby is this baby’s father, right?”
“It makes sense,” Deana said. “Him and Sally have the same hair.”
“Why didn’t you ask Sally?” Deana’s expression was the, are you stupid look Evan least liked. “Okay, I guess I wouldn’t have asked either. You think that’s why Candy never told Gloria she has a cousin?”
Deana shrugged. “Will we tell anybody?”
“I never agreed that I would do that ... for you.”
“You will, but that’ll be different. It’ll be Rebecca, but what if I got preg—”
“Shut up!” The pictures made it all too real for Evan. Now, it would be impossible to make love to Deana without thinking about that redheaded baby. “What do you think happened to her?”
“Remember the day we talked in the car about if we had been separated at birth? We might know each other and not realize we’re related.”
Evan nodded slowly, reading Deana’s face while his brain sifted her words through billions of stored visual images. The thought came with a flash of heat that made his eyes sting. The dots all connected, it made sense, but it was so absurd that Evan was afraid to say the name aloud. Did Darlene know? That might explain why she wouldn’t let him fuck her. “Does she know Sally is her mother?”
“Oh, my God,” Deana said. “Did you really put it all together?”
“How long were you going to wait to tell me? What if I had, we had—”
“Seriously, Evan, you’re worried about sleeping with a sort of cousin by marriage? Come on.”
“Hey, I should get to decide if I want to do incest or not.”
“Jeez.” Deana shook her head, blowing out through flapping lips. “Don’t say anything ... not to anyone. Darlene may not know.”
“She knows,” Evan said. “I feel like she knows.”
“Big brother, I’m impressed.”
“What can I say, your perceptive powers are rubbing off on me.”
“Finally,” Deana said. “So what did you think about these?” She ran a finger across a line of pictures.
“The obvious part, nobody told us that there was a whole lot more going on than Sally and Candy being our babysitters. Mom—Sandra—That’s weird, now. Weirder, really. She was close friends with Candy’s family. Sally and her seemed very close. Dad is never in the pictures, but I think he probably took some of them. They must have all been friends, hanging out, barbecues, and stuff.”
Deana stopped nodding and asked, “What about the not obvious? You see anything in these?” She fanned out four pictures in front of Evan.
“Mmhmm, but things aren’t always as they seem. Maybe they were just really, really good friends? Did Sally say anything about it?” No kid wants to think their mother had an affair, but the expression Sandra had whenever she was together with Candy’s father, mirrored Deana’s I’m in love face.
“She said Mom was very special to her father,” Deana said. “I got the feeling Sally meant he didn’t like Mom, Sandra, Mom, being with Dad.”
After getting punched out and seeing Candy pinned to the wall by her throat, Deana’s words made Evan nauseous, but his sister didn’t need to know about that. “Well, look at her, she’s gorgeous ... always smiling at him, he probably wanted her, but he was friends with Dad. Probably nothing happened. Hey, it’s kinda creepy in a way that you look so much like Mom.”
“Creepy,” Deana said. “Why because it makes you think about having sex with Mom?”
“Maybe.”
“You think Dad might have found out Mom was?” Deana raised her brows.
“What makes you think that?” His tone was too sharp, but before Evan could stop himself he asked, “Does she have a black eye in that picture you won’t show me?”
“No.” Deana’s expression barely changed, but Evan felt the deep current of emotions that swept through Deana. “Why did you ask that?”
“Uh, it’s nothing. It just popped out because you’re still hiding it from me.”
“I’m not hiding it. Here,” Deana said. “I forgot about it.”
Evan adjusted the distance until the picture was too close, then pushed back. It confused his senses the way Cindy and Deana’s likeness sometimes did if he hadn’t seen Cindy for a while. The other pictures of Sandra had done that, at first. This time, the bewildered state set in like a thick fog. Evan’s chest tightened. The girl who couldn’t be Deana at fifteen was holding a baby. “Dee, if this is Mom, the baby can’t be you or me, right? Is it Cindy?”
“Uh.” Deana’s face paled. “Who?”
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