Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Sixteen years had passed since Sally left her baby with Sandra. John made her do it, but hadn’t Sally felt a sense of relief knowing her daughter would be with Sandy? The woman had shown Sally and Candy more love than their own mother ever had. Sandra knew how to raise a baby, and Candy would be there, too. Sally had convinced herself that was true, that it was the best thing for Angela, then the overwhelming regrets started mounting with each passing year. John couldn’t be trusted, Sally had known that, so why had she believed he would let Sandra keep Angela? Why hadn’t she checked in sooner or found a way to get back once she knew? Even if she had gone to prison, wouldn’t killing John before Sandra died have been better than staying away? Sally’s biggest regret was getting pregnant. It hadn’t been an accident; she wanted a baby. If she and Candy and Bobby had a baby to raise they would be a family. Didn’t everybody want and deserve a loving family?
Now, only six feet and a gate separated Sally from her daughter. That, and years of hating me, Sally thought as she slowly eased the gate open. She wanted to get close, watch Angela sleep, take in her every feature, and pretend they knew each other, and this wasn’t going to hurt either of them.
Sally stared down at the naked girl on the pool recliner. Everything she knew about her daughter was second-hand information, but it all reminded Sally of herself. Angela was a teenager in a woman’s body, she was strong-willed, wise beyond her years, and she did whatever it took to survive. Sally wondered if she had a right to feel a sense of pride? Or maybe it had nothing to do with her, and Angela was better off having been raised by someone else?
While Gloria checked the movies schedule with his phone, Evan mentally beat himself up for being stupid. Not many people would fool around in the car with their girlfriend in broad daylight. Evan, as hopelessly out of control as he was, let his little sister sit on his face at Sonic during the day. It had been a stupid risk for the obvious reason, their relationship, but also it sent the wrong message. Gloria already didn’t seem to understand that they couldn’t act like boyfriend and girlfriend. Earlier, she had been holding Evan’s hand while they drove. He was older and was supposed to know better, keep her safe, but if he couldn’t control himself in public, what was going to happen when his father got back?
There were already two women at home that Evan would have to stay away from after tomorrow, but they both understood the danger, and neither wanted to be his girlfriend. Deana already had Rebecca, Candy had a husband, and she was his stepmother, so they would help Evan control himself. Gloria wouldn’t. She loved him and wanted him to be her first lover as much as he wanted her. What would it be like once they were lovers? No, Evan thought, I don’t want to know. It would be too good to stop, and that was a risk he couldn’t take.
The excessive thumb tapping made Evan say, “You’re supposed to be checking movies, not texting your friends.”
“I’m not,” Gloria said and typed some more. “It’s Dee and Mom.”
“Oh, really.” He poked the ticklish spot under Gloria’s arm. “About what?”
“Mom’s going to her sister’s house, and Deana wants us to pick her up.” Gloria tapped out another message and said, “We’re not going to the movies.”
That was a huge relief, but Evan said, “Aw, why not?”
“Dee said we can go to the movies any night, but we never get the house to ourselves?”
Not anymore, Evan thought, and he knew that’s exactly what Deana was thinking. “Is Mom spending the night?”
“She didn’t say.”
“Ask her.”
“Can’t, she left her phone for you to,” Gloria made air quotes, “do that thing to it.”
Evan started the car, assuming they were getting Deana right away. “Okay, let’s go.” Gloria kept texting. Candy’s phone would almost make up for what she wouldn’t let him do to her on the kitchen table.
Darlene sensed someone, so she squinted into the sun to see a person’s silhouette. She closed her eyes, thinking, who else could it be. I set this in motion, and now it’s happening, but I don’t want it to happen. All the mystery, wondering, imagining, and hoping that there was a good explanation for what happened would be over. She would have the answers. The only thing left would be the certainty that her mother and father abandoned her and there would never be a chance of having a loving family.
The orange glow inside Darlene’s closed eyes went dark and her face cooled in the shadow. She had to look. The jeans were worn through at the kneecaps, only white threads stretched tight remained, and there were similar threadbare patterns along the woman’s thighs. It made Darlene mad that she knew exactly what parts would be worn out around the lady’s groin before she looked. So what, she thought, we’re built the same. Darlene raised herself to a half-sitting position and casually dragged a towel up her body. A narrow strip covered her crotch. She held the other end between her tits but didn’t cover them. That would make her seem uncomfortable, and Darlene wouldn’t give Sally the satisfaction of knowing she was.
Sally dragged a chair from the table over and sat. Her kneecaps were inches away from Darlene’s shoulder. “Why are you here?”
“Candy said you wanted to meet the person you hate.”
Close enough, Darlene thought, but why here. It was better on her home turf, but it pissed Darlene off that Sally was at Style’s house. This was her place, her secret sanctuary. “No, why here? How did you ... how do you know about here?”
“I know a lot about you.”
“Like what?”
“That’s not important,” Sally said. “You asked Candy questions she couldn’t answer.”
“She wouldn’t answer.”
Sally sighed. “Right.”
“Is that why you’re here, to answer all my questions? To explain how getting rid of me was the better of two bad things? Is there something worse than abandoning me? Huh? Is there really something ... anything that makes that okay?”
Sally’s unyielding grip on the chair turned her knuckles white. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated is what adults say when they don’t plan on telling you something.”
“Angel.”
“Angel, who the fuck is an angel? Not me, so don’t—”
“Stop, please.” Sally held up her hands. “That’s your name. I named you Angela, and whenever I think about you that’s your name.”
“Angela?” Darlene put a foot down on each side of the chair and sat straight up. “You named me, but.” She turned her head and stared into the woman’s bloodshot eyes. “Fuck, fuck you.”
“You want me to go?”
“Is that what you want? You wanna leave again? Run away?” Darlene stood, straddling the recliner. “Fine.”
It happened so fast Darlene didn’t feel the stinging pain until her body slammed back down on the chair. Sally had grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. Now the woman was sitting on her stomach, still clutching Darlene’s hair, pinning her head to the recliner. “I know you wanna hurt me, punish me, but you can’t hurt me anymore than I’ve already suffered. So cut the shit. I never ran, and if there was anything I could have done to keep you, I would have done it.”
Darlene saw her own rage mirrored in the woman’s glaring eyes. She’s strong and dangerous, Darlene thought, just like me.
Sally released Darlene’s hair but didn’t get up. Darlene watched a teardrop as it seemed to fall in slow motion, tumbling through the air. It was hot on her skin when it landed and melted the icy edges of her anger. “Okay, I’m sorry,” Darlene said. “I’ve been angry for so long, and I wasn’t ready for this ... for you to show up.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have just turned up. I’m sorry, but I wanted to see you. I didn’t know if I would talk to you, then I had to, had to give you a chance to ask questions. After, I’ll go. I’ll do whatever you want after. If you never want to see me again ... or whatever you want.”
“Alright,” Darlene said, motioning to the chair Sally had been in, “can I sit up?”
“Right, sure, I’m sorry, I don’t always respond to emotional stuff well.”
Darlene nodded knowingly while Sally stood, turned, and sat where she had been. Sally’s ass had worn through the jeans where Darlene knew it would. She mentally shrugged, thinking at least I’ll still have a great body when I’m older. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-one.”
“So you were younger than I am now.” Darlene tried to imagine having a baby. “Is that why you gave me—”
“I never intended you to ... uh, to go through hell the way you did. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought one day I could figure out how to come back for you.”
“How do you know what I’ve been through?”
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