Potential

by EroticScribbler

Chapter 1 - The Pantie Fetish

Candy Damiani glanced at the clock while her fingers strummed a nervous rhythm on the table. She anticipated the knock but still jumped when it came. She sipped from her glass, got up, and walked to the door.

"Come in,” Candy said and stepped aside. The tall teenager had to squeeze past. He was holding a box with both hands, and his elbow bumped her breast.

"Mrs. Damiani," he said and flipped his shoulder-length hair, "everything is done outside. All that's left is the software." He put the box on the kitchen counter, his eyes shifting nervously.

“Zachary," she said and licked her lips. Her arms tightened at her sides, and the boy's eyes darted to her chest.

“Ah, yes, Ma'am.”

“Call me . . . Candy,” she said.

"Okay, Candy, um, Candy it is. So, ah, where's the computer I'm supposed to install this on?"

"It'll be on my husband's computer," she said and smiled. “Follow me.”

They left the kitchen and entered the back section of the house. It was a modern addition to the old house where their master bedroom and office were located, away from the kids’ rooms. The first door in the hallway was to the office, but Candy passed it and took Zachary into the bedroom. She paused and slid her hand over the end of the king-sized bed, then continued through the doorway into the attached office. It was a stupid game she was playing, but it made Candy feel better. Fuck John's security system, she thought.

For the next ten minutes, Candy watched Zachary install software and hook something to the back of John's computer.

"All right," he said, "sit down, and I'll show you how it works." He got up and turned the swivel chair around for her.

Candy sat and scooted forward, then leaned back and looked up at Zachary. "Show me," she said. He was looking straight down into the depths of her cleavage.

He said, "Double-click this icon."

She pretended she cared and said, "Wow, it's so clear!" playing up the dumb blonde act.

The screen showed two images: the front porch and the driveway going down the side of the house. She could see the bottom steps of the back porch. Now John could see her coming and going and everyone who visited.

“What does this do?" Candy asked and covered Zachary's hand with hers on the mouse. It trembled.

"Ah, that's the zoom control." He drove the pointer to a row of buttons. "Here's the activation mode. It's set up like a motion light. It will record any time something moves outside. The rest of the time, it just shows the picture."

“Great,” she said.

Zachary had no idea her husband would change his password when he came home, and he'd be the only one to see what or who had been captured. He'd have another way to make sure Candy didn't have friends other than the ones they shared, the ones he approved of.

"My boss told me there was another computer I'm supposed to install the view panel on," Zachary said. "Is that it over there?”

“Yes,” Candy said, following the boy to her desk in the far corner of the room. He repeated the process on her computer while she imagined things she had no business thinking about.

“Okay, it's done,” Zachary said.

“Already?”

“Yes. There's less setup when it's just the view panel,” Zachary said. “Let me show you how it works.”

“Will this computer record, too?” she asked.

“No, this one is a secondary device. It gets the signal, too, but it doesn't record,” Zachary said. “If you have this button clicked, and there's movement, you'll see the images in these two windows.”

Candy pushed her chair back and stood up. "Wow, this will make me feel safe," she said, her anger growing. I do transcription work all day wearing a headset. Anyone could break in and do-Mm, you never know what someone might do to me.” She paused, then added, “Things aren't like they used to be." That was an understatement.

"Yeah, right," he said. “Speaking of that.” Zachary reached into the box he had brought and pulled out a small device. "Here's one of TechAdvance's standard nanny cams. You could hook it into this system."

Candy felt her heart flutter. "Nanny cam?"

"Yes,” Zachary said. “It's not inconspicuous, like a spy camera, more to let a babysitter know you might be watching."

She thought about when she was Candy, the babysitter, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. "Those days have passed," she said as if she would let her husband near a babysitter. "Not that my youngest needs one anymore, but the older kids could handle it if she did."

"All right, but if you change your mind-" He paused. "I'm not supposed to offer this, but if you don't tell my boss, I could come and help you out, you know, for free."

Candy ran her hand down his forearm. Unfortunately, her husband would know if she took the boy up on a special service visit. "Not a problem, it'll be our secret." She'd always loved her secrets when she was a girl, and saying the word while playing this silly game with Zachary excited Candy.

Once Zachary was gone, Candy sat in front of her computer, her fingers trembling as she typed Spycam in the search box. She was just curious.

---

At school, Evan sat in a desk that was too small for his six-foot frame, thinking there should be a law against having a young, hot teacher. The crotch of his khaki pants was getting too tight. His Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Beck, was writing on the board in preparation for class. Her incredible butt was wiggling in cadence with the squeaking marker. He dove into his daily fantasy and started undressing his teacher. What new position would he do her in while his classmates watched?

The woman from the Philippines had smooth brown skin, almond-shaped eyes, and big, firm breasts. He pushed everything off Mrs. Beck's desk, laid her down and knelt over her, then started titty fucking her. His creamy load would look great splattered on her brown flesh.

His erotic imagination was interrupted when Darlene entered the classroom. The redhead's body transformed a school uniform into something he'd seen on a "School Girls" website, where 20-year-old women dressed up like fourteen-year-old girls and did naughty things. He was sure Darlene did naughty things, too.

Evan watched Darlene's ass until she got to her seat. She never looked at him. The redhead supposedly would go both ways and do things other high school girls hadn't even heard of.

When class ended, Evan timed his exit to coincide with Darlene's. "How was your weekend?" he asked.

Darlene said, "Fine," without looking at him.

"Do anything fun?"

"Not really," she said, then started turning the dial on her locker.

“Okay,” he said, feeling stupid.

Darlene shoved books into her locker and slammed it. "See ya." She turned and walked away.

Damn it, he thought, I still didn't get anywhere with her. Maybe he did something mean to her years ago that he didn't remember.

Evan stood in front of the school breathing diesel fumes from all the yellow kid carriers, still thinking about Darlene. Without warning, someone jumped on his back and sent him stumbling forward. “Jeez!” he yelled.

“Guess who?” said the person riding him with their hands over his eyes and their legs wrapped around his waist.

Even if he didn't recognize her voice or the smell of her strawberry shampoo, Evan would have known who it was. He'd feel her inside his soul and know. “Let's see,” he said. “I think it's the only person who still thinks it's okay to act like we're ten?”

“Whatever,” Deana said. “Carry me to the car. My legs are sore.”

“Just get off me,” he said. “It's embarrassing.”

“Right,” she said, “like there aren't a hundred guys who'd love to give me a piggy-back ride.”

“Yeah, but none of them are your brother,” he said. “Now let go, or I'm gonna dump you in that trash can.”

His twin sister, Deana, fell in stride with him as they walked toward the student parking. She said, "What's eating you?"

"Nuha-thin,” he said. “Where are the Tumbling Triplets?"

"They're riding to 'nastics with Kimmy's mom." She bumped him with her hip. "So?"

He avoided her dark, searching eyes. "So, what?"

"You know, what's bothering you?"

He was horny enough to stick his dick in a tree-knot and couldn't get laid or even get a conversation going with Darlene. Should he let his sister in on that? "I got a lot on my mind, that's all."

She walked backward in front of him with her lips squished to one side. "A lot of red hair and big tits, maybe?" She smirked.

"Deana!"

"Is what they say about redheads true?" She took off ahead of his swing.

"Jeez! Will you-"

"Sorry. I saw you talking to Darlene and-"

"Talking to her?" He pressed the unlock button on his key pod, and a blue Monte Carlo chirped. "That girl doesn't know how to talk. I'm just trying to be friendly with her, and-"

“Friendly," Deana said. “You mean get laid?” She pulled at the bun on her head, and silky black hair cascaded down her back.

“Deana,” he said, wishing he hadn’t gotten in this conversation, “you have a dirty mind.”

"Me?” she huffed. “You're the one trying to hook up with Darlene. Not to mention checking out my friends every chance you get.”

“Like you don't flirt with Jason,” he said. His best friend, Jason, knew Deana was off limits. They had a pact about their sisters. So far neither of them had tried to break it, but Jason had the hots for Deana regardless.

“I don't flirt with him,” Deana said, “and even if I did, I don't try and peek at his panties every time he gets out of the backseat like you do when Rebecca gets out of your car. Pervert.”

He hated having a twin sister who knew him so well. Rebecca was his favorite of the three tumblers, and he was pretty sure she wanted him to see her panties when she got out of the car. He'd love to do more than see, but Deana made him promise not to date her friends, especially not Rebecca. She'd been Deana's best friend since kindergarten.

They pulled out of the school parking lot, and Evan tried to change the subject. “I'm going to offer Mrs. Beck sex for an A in her class.”

Deana stared at him for a minute, then squinted one eye and raised the other thick, black brow. “She's hot. Maybe you can get an A+ if you do it right.”

“Jeez,” was all he said.

Evan stopped the car in their driveway. Deana said, "I gotta pee," and jumped out of the car. Halfway to the back door, she yelled, "Get my bag."

"Sure, and I'll close your door, too." He watched her climb the porch steps.

In the kitchen, Evan dropped Deana's book bag by the door and stood behind his stepsister. "Hey, Gloria," he said, collecting her blonde mane and tugging it down until he could look into her blue eyes. “Monkey brains. That's wrong."

"Which one?" Gloria said, scrunching her shoulders to fight off his hands. "That tickles."

He moved his chin down to her shoulder. "Number eleven. A is unknown, so the answer is D, not enough information."

"Math isn't my good subject," she said.

"Oh yeah, what is?"

"Art."

"Art ain't a subject."

"Is too!" She pointed to a pile of papers. "See."

"Wow!" he said, reaching for the top sheet. "What do you call this one?"

"I don't call it anything. It's free expression," Gloria said. "I wanna be an artist."

"Really?" He wanted to be a race-car driver or a porn star, but neither of those was likely to happen. "If I were you, I'd sign it, frame it, and name it 'Monkey sex.' People will buy it for big bucks."

"Pervert."

"Hey, stop spending so much time with Deana," he said. “I'm just tryin' to help. Where's Mom?"

"I don't need help,” Gloria said. “Mom's doing doctor junk. Don't bother her. She said so."

Evan heard Deana come out of the bathroom. "Let me know if you need more help with your math." He laughed while avoiding her elbow and headed for the bathroom.

Evan closed the bathroom door, ready for his regular afternoon relief. He hesitated but opened the hamper anyway. Deana's panties with red hearts peeked out from under a shirt. He lifted them and turned to face the wall-length mirror over the sink counter. If there were panties that didn't belong to his sister, he would have chosen those. Satisfied with his rationale, he lowered his zipper. The vein-bulging erection that sprang from his boxers was excessive in a breathtaking way. He squirted Deana's lotion on the bulbous cock head and let it spill down his long, hard shaft. He pressed the soiled crotch to his nose, and the scent of vaginal fluid erased the image of the girl who owned the underwear. "Fuck, oh, fuck," he moaned.

Mrs. Beck, on her knees, appeared behind Evan’s closed eyes. "Oh Evan, Oh, Evan," she moaned. "Please give me your cum! Give me that hot teenage cum. Put it on my face. Get it all over my face, please." His hand pumped violently up and down the rigid cock.

His balls rolled in their sack, then drew up, tight and ready to shoot, but he demanded they wait. Porn stars had to be able to cum on command. He kept stroking. The thick, purple knob snapped in and out of his fist. He opened his eyes and stared at his erection as it jerked and filled.

"Oh, yes!" He put Deana's underwear in front of the streams of cum and let the material soak up his orgasm. They're just underwear, any old underpants. Who cares?

Out in the hallway, Deana backed away from the bathroom door with that nagging sense of guilt she always got when she knew something that her brother wouldn't want her to know. It wasn't like she was spying on him or watching, Deana just knew. Was that wrong?

Deana closed her bedroom door and blew out a long breath. It was wrong, but not because she knew her brother was jerking off; it was how it made her feel that was the problem. Oh well, Deana thought, it's not going to send me to hell. All those other things she thought about, those were the hell-worthy offenses.

---

Later, Evan kicked twice and threw three punches at the heavy bag. Why was he so frustrated? It'd been six months since Stacey moved to Michigan. Shouldn't he be over her already? She'd been his first real relationship, one with regular sex, that is. Had he actually loved her, or was it the sex, sex, and more sex that he loved? He threw punch after punch until his heart pounded and blood roared in his ears.

"Hey, Karate Kid," Deana said.

He turned and saw his sister on the open staircase leading down to their finished basement. “What,” he said.

"Don't be hostile," Deana said and sat with her legs hanging over the edge of the staircase. "Mom said it's almost time for dinner. So bring your sweaty butt upstairs." She giggled. "I added that last part."

He watched her legs swing, wondering when they had gotten so long. "I'm going to take a quick shower."

In the bathroom, Evan stopped drying his head when he heard his father calling his name. It was dinner time. He flattened his thick black hair and pulled gray sweatpants up his wet legs.

"Sorry," he said when he reached the kitchen, "I thought I had more time." He sat to his father's right on the long side of the table. It was a large table, like his father. Deana and Gloria were seated across from him, and his mom, Candy, was to his right, at the opposite end from his dad.

His father dug his fork into a mountain of baked ziti, and everyone else started eating. That was a rule, don't start until everyone was seated. Unofficially, not until their dad started. One day he might ask why they didn't say grace anymore.

He kicked Gloria under the table and motioned with his chin to her napkin. She quickly moved it to her lap.

"You staying focused for the end of the year, finals?" John said and took a sip from a glass of wine. "This isn't the time to start slacking off." He stuffed a hunk of garlic bread into his mouth. Crumbs grabbed onto his black mustache.

Evan inhaled, wishing he could tell him the truth. He glanced at Candy's pursed lips and swallowed his response. “Yes, Sir,” he lied.

His dad added, "I hope so. This year is important toward college."

Gloria's toes grabbed his kneecap. He resisted the urge to tickle her foot. "Mom, did you know you gave birth to the next Picasso?" He felt Gloria's toes tighten. "Really, she drew a picture that will make her rich someday." He looked at his blushing sister and back to his mom. They looked alike, except Gloria's hair was golden-blonde, and Candy's was more strawberry-blonde.

“She's definitely got talent,” Candy said.

Evan thought he should say something about the open button between his mom's breasts, but he stared through the gap at her black bra instead. Her glorious melons rested on the table when she reached for the Parmesan cheese. He imagined himself sitting where her plate was and sliding his dick through the valley of cleavage.

“Don't get her hopes up until she learns something she can earn money doing,” his father said.

Evan jerked his eyes away from Candy's cleavage and reached for Gloria's foot. He squeezed it and rubbed her toes. She kept eating without looking up.

John asked, “Did TechAdvance come today?”

“Yes, it's done,” Candy said without adding details.

“Good, I'm glad,” John said between mouthfuls of pasta.

Evan followed the volley of conversation, wondering if his mom was pissed off about the security system or something else.

---

That night, after finishing his homework, Evan was ready for a snack. He went down the stairs from his room in the attic. At the bottom of the stairs, he opened the door carefully, so he wouldn’t hit anybody walking past. The bathroom door was to his right, and Deana’s and Gloria's bedrooms were at the other end of the hallway. He'd had plenty of opportunities to bash one of them when he got in a rush.

“Boo!” Gloria shouted in the dark corridor.

Evan took a deep breath, pretending she hadn’t scared the crap out of him, then finished closing the door. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” he said.

Gloria's smile said she knew she'd scared him. "Evan, do you really think I have talent?"

"You bet," he said. It seemed like only a few days had passed since he'd lifted Gloria by her armpits, kissed her nose, and called her Baby-Girl. Now, he wouldn't need to lift her, and she was too old to be treated like a baby. The years between him and Gloria used to seem like a huge gap. Now, it hardly seemed to exist. Though he still treated her like a baby, and she still seemed to appreciate it. “Don't worry about what Dad says. Do whatever you like doing."

“Hmm,” she said and smiled. “Thanks, I will.”

“You know, you and Deana could wear more than a towel when-”

“I know, I know, Dad tells us that.” She turned and walked to her room. The white terrycloth was at the edge of her bare cheeks. It embarrassed him that he stared.

Chapter 2 - The Big Secret in Bubble-butt Heaven

The next day at school, Evan scanned the cafeteria before putting his tray on the table and sliding in across from Jason Barnes, his best friend. “Hey,” he said.

“Who you huntin',” Jason asked, “that fuckin' redhead?”

“Her name’s Darlene.” Evan stuck a straw into his juice container.

“You know, it’s just the thrill of the unattainable? She’s not that good-looking. That gap between her front teeth-”

“She’s got a-hell-of-a body,” Evan said. “You see her walk, and that ass begs you to stare. She pushes up on her tippy-toes with every step. Jeez, she's got a bubble-butt from bubble-butt heaven and a rack to die for. She’s got potential.”

“Speaking of butts, how's the Queen of Bubble-butt Heaven.” Jason smirked and glanced around. “Really, the queen and the princess.”

“You lookin' at my little sister now, too?”

Jason shook his head from side to side. "No, your mother and Deana. Don't play dumb with me. I know you look."

“That's my sister and my mother,” he said. “Jeez, and Deana thinks I'm a pervert.”

“Stepmother, and she’s a goddess, and she isn't even thirty yet.”

"Dude, she's married to my father.”

“Yeah, I guess that is kind of a deal killer, but-”

"Kind of a deal killer?" Evan shook his head and tried to redirect the conversation. "Why do you think Darlene doesn't give me the time of day?" He sighed. "I got a get laid soon."

"Newsflash," Jason said, "there's a hot little gymnast following you around like a puppy dog. Why don't you just bang her? So what if Darlene can suck the chrome off a bumper. Mm, those lips. She does have those lips."

"Hello!" Evan made his eyes big. "Rebecca is my sister's best friend."

"So,” Jason said.

Evan realized he was wasting time trying to reason with Jason, so he tried again to change the subject. "Hey, those herbs . . . Wow! Not only bigger, but when I-”

"Easy, TMI." Jason stuffed the last of his sandwich in his mouth. "Just do the tumbler. Imagine the positions she can get in. Just hide it from Princess Bubble-Butt."

"Shut up," Evan said. "That's my sister you're talking about."

“So,” Jason said. “Haven't you ever heard of-”

The bell rang, and Evan was grateful. They grabbed their trays and headed toward the door like cattle.

Last period finally arrived, and Evan was greeted by Mrs. Beck's brilliant smile. "Evan," she said, "you're always early."

Busted. Evan faked an innocent grin. "Um, my class before is right there." He pointed behind him in no particular direction. His eyes were glued to her high, round cheeks and brown eyes. Her skin was perfect, and her mouth was sexy. Did she know he came early to drool over her Asian body?

Evan sat at his desk, stretched out his legs, and reached for his crotch. Mrs. Beck was wearing his favorite outfit. Once a month, he expected to see the gray slacks that clung to her firm ass and dipped a little too deep, separating her cheeks. The buzzing in his balls turned quickly to a fire in Evan’s groin. He took a chance and rubbed his expanding cock.

Mrs. Beck reached back, grabbed the edge of her desk, and then rested her rump on it. Her feet pushed out in front of her, and she crossed one over the other. Her shoulders pulled back, heaving her chest upward. The blouse strained over her nipples, and Mrs. Beck's pants squeezed the thickness of her womanhood, separating her pussy lips.

Today, Mrs. Beck wasn't his teacher. No, she was a gorgeous woman flaunting her sex appeal, asking to be the object of Evan's explicit fantasies so he would beat off, thinking about her.

Darlene's jiggling tits led her swinging ass into the room. Her skirt was too short, and her erect nipples were trying to bore holes in her shirt. Was she even wearing a bra? Evan dropped Mrs. Beck for someone he might actually have a shot with.

---

In the parking lot, Evan found Deana sitting on the hood of his car with her legs straight out and skirt pulled up dangerously close to her crotch. "Why are you on my car?" he asked. "The paint!"

"Easy," she said, dropping her feet and sliding off the fender. "I was getting some sun. My poor legs need color."

“Come on, let's go,” he said.

"What, still can't get the redhead to bounce on your-"

“Deana!” Evan put his hand over her mouth. “You're my sister, we don't talk about things like that.” He opened his door.

"Just tell me what happened." Deana jumped in ahead of Evan and crawled across the front seat.

"Oh, jeez." Why did he have to see his sister's underwear when they were the ones with the red hearts? "I'd rather not talk about it." Evan got in the car. "I don't get girls."

“That's just because we think about things other than sex,” Deana said. “Darlene is a complicated girl.”

“Complicated?” he said and started driving. “All I've ever been is nice to her. I thought she was playing hard to get, but maybe she just thinks I'm ugly.”

“Oh, Lord,” Deana said. “First of all, you're not ugly. You know how many of my friends are into you?”

“Great, that's great,” he said. “You think maybe you could be friends with Darlene?”

“Probably not,” Deana said. “You know she's seeing a guy who's not even in school anymore.”

Evan sighed. "So, does that mean somebody can't be nice to her? Besides, I heard he treats her like shit.”

Deana smiled, her black eyebrows arching. “Not every girl wants to be treated nice. She might have issues. You know she's a foster kid, right?”

“Ah, I guess I knew that but never thought it'd make her unfriendly.”

“She's not unfriendly,” Deana said. “She just has some issues.”

“How do you know so much about her?”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” Deana groaned, kicked off her shoe, and turned sideways in her seat. “Help!” She put her foot in Evan’s lap. “I don't know her.”

“For someone who never even runs, you sure get a lot of cramps.” He grabbed her foot, pressed his thumb into the ball, and started working it. “You sound like you know her.”

Deana leaned back on the door. “I run in gym class, and I played volleyball, and she's part of the club, so I don't have to know her, to know her.”

“Jeez, what club is that, the double-talking evil wenches club?” he said. “And you only played volleyball so you could get out of softball.” Evan rolled Deana’s toes.

“The girls club,” Deana said, “and we're not evil, just more complicated than boys.”

“Yeah, I guess, you Jane, me Tarzan.”

“Mmmm, that feels good,” she said. “Forget all that for a minute and imagine we were given up for adoption or put in a foster home when Mom died. What if we went to different homes? What if we just met now for the first time? I wonder if Darlene had any brothers or sisters.”

Evan drove on, mindlessly playing with his sister’s toes, considering her question. It was something he'd never given any thought to. He tried never to think about their mother. “You have pretty feet,” he said.

“Thanks, but don't change the subject. What if we got shipped off someplace and got separated? We might have forgotten each other.”

“No chance,” Evan said. “There's no way I could have forgotten the things you put me through.”

“Yeah, whatever, but you get my point,” Deana said. “Darlene has gone through things you can't even imagine. Imagine every time she dates somebody, she has to wonder if it's her brother?”

Evan stopped rubbing his sister's foot while a thousand thoughts flew through his mind. “Are you saying she's not into me because she thinks I'm her brother?”

Deana raised one brow and squinted her other eye. “I think she'd be able to rule that out. Italians don't make redheads like Darlene. What I'm getting at is that Darlene is more complicated than the other girls you've been banging.”

“Deana, jeez, why do you say things like that!” he said. “As far as you know, I've never been, 'banging,' as you crudely put it, anyone.”

His sister's smile was telling and a little frightening. "Okay, whatever you say," Deana said. "If you want to be nice to Darlene like you were nice to Stacey, then I suggest you learn more about her. She's not like anyone you've ever been into before."

Evan wondered how much his sister knew about Darlene. “Seems like you know her better than you're saying.”

“I'm more perceptive than you, that's all.”

“I'm perceptive . . . about things,” he said.

“Not to change the subject, but don't you wish we knew more about Mom and had pictures of us and her when we were little? Why do you think Dad won't even talk about it or show us pictures?”

Evan thought about it for a minute. “I don't know. I guess he doesn't want to think about it.”

Deana waited until Evan pulled into their driveway to speak, “But we think about it. It's more like keeping something from us.” She opened her door. “Why don't you see about getting Mom to dig some pictures up. She must have some.”

Evan sat there until Deana reached the porch. She had given him plenty to think about.

In the kitchen, Evan found Deana talking at light speed. “Your Highness,” he said, holding Deana's bag in the air, “here.” He dropped her bag on a chair. She ignored him.

“Hi, Mom,” Evan said. If he wasn't careful, “Candy” could still slip out. The last time it happened, his father slapped him upside the head and said, “She's my wife, and that makes her your mother. Don't let it happen again.”

Candy said, “Hi, honey,” while nodding at Deana's verbal brain dump.

He kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Evan double-checked the lock and flipped up the lid on the hamper. There was something about the feel of a girl's panties on his bare flesh that made Evan’s cock surge to life. He used the underwear to dig his balls out of his pants. Would Jason rub his sister's underpants on his dick?

The pungent crotch made Evan dizzy. He tried to picture Mrs. Beck or Darlene, but Candy's big, firm tits kept flashing through his mind. Back when she was a pregnant teenager with huge, swollen nipples, Candy went bra-less if his parents weren't home. Maybe that's why he loved big tits so much?

Evan slid the soft panties up and down his boner. Deana's foot on his lap had triggered an unwanted erection, and no matter how hard he'd tried to prevent it, her heel kept touching it. Had she noticed? No, Deana would have pulled away and called him a pervert or worse.

It only took a couple of minutes to cum, but Evan continued pumping his dick with the wet, slippery material. He needed to fuck a real girl again, soon, or he'd go insane. Why did Stacey Bauer have to move to Michigan? They had a wonderful year together. She was as horny as he was, but as soon as they'd gotten into a routine, Stacey was gone. They'd fucked like horny teenagers, but he wished they had more time to find new places and explore new positions. Mostly, they did it on her bathroom floor because that was the only place they could hide from Stacey’s kid brother. However, there was that one time Evan talked Stacey into doing it behind her house, standing up and leaning against a tree.

---

Darlene got off the school bus and separated herself from the other kids. She wasn't a loner, but Darlene didn't fit in with her peers. She was years ahead of them in experience and suffering. Darlene paused in front of the Andersons' house and thought about their Irish setter, Boy George. Hopefully, Mrs. Anderson would still want her to babysit Jesse on Friday. Jesse was an easy kid to watch. They had an understanding, and the Andersons had high-speed internet.

When Darlene reached her trailer, she was disappointed to see that her mother fuckers' car was out front. Mother fucker, that's how she referred to her foster father. Her foster mother wasn't much better. None of the foster families had ever been what Darlene imagined parents should be. At least this mother fucker didn't want to fiddle with her, not yet.

Without saying hello to the man sitting on the couch, Darlene went down the hallway to her room. She fell backward onto a beanbag chair. Styrofoam balls floated up into the rays of sunlight that cut through the dusty air. Evan had annoyed her yesterday, but today he pissed her off. He called her names in elementary school, but she didn't hold that against him. Boys acted stupid at that age when they got around girls with breasts. What made her mad was that Evan wanted her to be his girlfriend. He'd want to go steady, take her places, and have her meet his stepmother. Darlene picked up a pair of scissors and rammed them into her teddy bear. Evan was rich, strong, and cute, but she could never be his girlfriend. Why couldn't he just want to fuck her like everybody else?

At Evan's House

The American Rejects thumped the air, and Evan pounded the heavy bag. His dad had pissed him off at dinner, he had no chance with Darlene, and Deana had stirred up memories. Evan didn't want to think about their mother, Sandra. She was gone, and Candy was their mother now. "Candy, Candy, Candy," Evan said in defiance. His father had replaced their mother with his Candy.

Evan kicked and stumbled backward. “Damn it,” he shouted, “Deana, what the-”

"Sorry," she said, with her hands out in front of her. "If you didn't have that crap blasting, you would have heard me."

“Crap?” He pushed the stop button on the player. “It's better than Carrie Underwear or Fergalicious.”

She put her fists on her hips and shifted her weight to the right. “At least you can dance to my music.”

Despite his best effort, Evan smiled. “Maybe you can, but I can't dance.”

“If you're nice to me, maybe I'll teach you.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said. “What do you want anyway?”

Deana adjusted the towel turban on her head. “I came out of the shower and saw the light on down here, so I-”

"Dee," Evan said, looking her up and down, "it's obvious where you came from." Most of her long, olive legs were exposed and shined with the lotion she had just coated them with. The smell made him uncomfortable.

“Dee?” she said. “You hardly ever call me that anymore.”

“Yeah, so,” he said.

“It reminds me of when we were kids,” Deana said. “Anyway, I thought you might be upset that Dad said no about racing, again.”

“I am. I don't get him. Cindy races, but I can't?”

Deana crossed her feet and wiggled her toes. “Cindy is his niece and . . .” She trailed off and put her hands on the small of her back. “I don't know. You know how he is.”

“Phew, don't I.” He flopped onto the couch. “Dee, get a bigger towel, or why not wear a robe.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said and sat next to him. “You sound like Dad. It's no big deal. Who cares anyway?”

Evan looked at her folded leg and realized how close he was to seeing her goodies. “Well, I don't,” he lied, “but Dad would kill you if he caught you down here with me . . . in that.”

Deana furrowed her brows. “Well, imagine he'd seen us when we were kids. Candy was the babysitter, and she'd let us go naked if we wanted to.”

“He'd have a heart attack if he knew what she let us get away with,” Evan said. “Those were the days, the good ole days. You got me thinking about them today.”

“I bet you wish she'd still go without a bra in those skimpy shorts and tank tops.”

“Deana,” he said, “she's our mother, now.”

“Yeah, like that changes how hot she is,” Deana said.

“What's wrong with you?” Evan asked.

“I ask myself that all the time,” she said. “But suppose Candy wasn't our stepmom?”

“She is, so there's no point in supposing.”

“You have no imagination.”

“I guess not,” Evan said. “You always were the one who came up with things to get us in trouble. You know, we did some weird stuff. I haven't thought about it for years, but it was strange. How did we even know about those things?”

“It was just normal kid stuff, exploring,” Deana said. “We'll laugh about it when we're old.”

“Glad we grew out of it,” he said. “You better go upstairs before you get us in trouble, again.”

“Yeah, I better,” Deana said.

Evan watched his sister until she was halfway up the stairs. “You have nice legs.”

“Thanks,” Deana said with a giggle.

After a long night of odd dreams and ceiling staring, Evan yawned his way through morning classes, and finally, it was lunchtime.

"What's going on," Jason said and sat down at the lunch table across from Evan. "Why you sittin' way over here in the corner?"

"Privacy, why else," Evan said.

"Whoa," Jason said. "We're good friends, but not that good."

"Shut up!"

"Just wanted to be sure. I know how desperate you are," Jason said. "So, what is it? Did you make progress with the redhead?"

"Ah, not really, but I will," Evan said. He wasn't concerned about Darlene. It was the underwear thing that was on his mind, but Evan wasn't sure how to start a conversation about jerking off in his sister's panties. First, he’d have to feel Jason out. “What's the most twisted thing you've ever done? Is it that thing we never talk about or something more twisted?”

Jason's head turned like he expected to see somebody with a video camera. “We shouldn't even mention that there is a thing that we don't talk about.”

"Of course.” Evan knew his friend well enough to suspect Jason had done something worse than the thing they didn't mention. “Let me ask you something then, but it has to be between us, and only us.”

“Say no more. I'm a vault of secrecy." Jason pulled an imaginary zipper across his lips.

"Would you ever sniff a girl's panties?" Evan asked.

Jason smirked. “What do you think?”

"I think you have,” Evan said. “Your sister's, right?”

“No,” Jason said, “no, I haven't, but you have.”

“I've never even seen your sister's underwear,” Evan lied.

“Not my sister, your sister,” Jason said. “Mm, mm, Deana's panties. Yummy.”

“Shut up, jackass,” Evan said. “I never said I did. I just wanted to know if you thought it would be weird if somebody did.”

Jason leaned in and whispered, "If I lived with your sister, I'd do more than sniff her panties. What about your mom's? You ever sniff hers?"

“Jeez, why did I think I could ask you about something like this when you let a-”

"Hey, we don't talk about that. It was just a one-time thing. I wasn't looking for it. It just happened."

“Yeah, okay,” Evan said.

“So, you jerk off in your sister's panties?" Jason said. “You wanna do her, don't you?”

"No, no I don't. They're just underpants," Evan said. “They could be anyone's. I don't think about Deana. I just smell them.”

"Sure, you're breathing in your sister's sweet juices, beating off and cumming where her pussy was, and you're not thinking about her?” Jason said.

Evan felt his face burning. “I never said I came in them, and I don't think about her. I think about Mrs. Beck or Stacey or Darlene.”

"Listen," Jason said, "I'm certainly not someone to judge. You do what you think is right, but I'm serious. Deana's hot, and since she can't date, and you live with her, it's perfect. She needs you, and you need it bad, right?"

"You're only saying that because you think she's hot, and that's what you want to do," Evan said. "If it were your sister, you wouldn't say that."

“Um,” Jason said, rubbing his chin, “maybe. Hey, can I get a pair of your mom's panties?"

"No." Evan buried his face in his hands. "My mother's panties are off-limits."

"Fine," Jason said. "What about Deana's?"

"Jason!"

"Gloria's?"

"Get your own sister's panties."

"Becky, she rarely wears underwear."

Evan tried not to think of Becky going bare-ass. He tried not to think about Becky at all. She was his best friend's sister, and she had issues. He tried to ignore her, but after seeing Becky fingering herself in the living room, it was hard not to think about her. Evan should have turned away, but Becky didn't know he was there, so he spied on her until she came. “Forget I ever mentioned panties.”

“What if your mom checks the laundry?” Jason asked. “You know, sorts, separates, and busts you for shooting-”

"Oh my God,” Evan said, “that would be bad, awful."

"Oh yes, I knew you did it. You came in Gloria's underpants. I can hear your mom now, 'Evan, can you please explain this crusty stuff in Gloria's underwear?'"

“I never mentioned Gloria or her underpants, now drop it.”

Hours later, while waiting for Deana in the parking lot, Evan was still thinking about his mom doing the laundry. Surely she wouldn't examine each item. But what if she already knew what he had been doing? He opened his car door and tried to think about something else. Darlene had paused by his desk but didn't say anything. She looked as unhappy as she'd been the day before, so he didn't bother trying to talk to her after class.

To avoid thinking about the potential for the ultimate embarrassment, Evan went on a trip down memory lane. He thought about the world's most embarrassing moment for Jason and the glue that secured their trust. He'd have to do something worse than jack off in Deana's panties to pull even with Jason.

The two boys had been riding their bikes on a hot, humid day. Jason suggested they go to the creek for a swim. Evan brought up their lack of swimsuits, but Jason assured him he knew a spot they could go, and it wouldn't matter. Jason also promised it would be exciting, that he'd done it before. Evan was easily influenced.

They rode their bicycles to Doc Davey's Farm. The farmer had become more docile with age and wasn't likely to shoot them with his pepper rifle if he caught them on his property. They made their way back behind the barn, where Jason showed Evan the trail that led through the woods and down to the creek. “It's the perfect spot,” Jason promised.

Once they reached the water, Evan agreed. It was a narrow section where the river curved and was divided by an island. All the boat traffic passed by on the island's far side, and most people wouldn't bother sneaking through Doc Davey's property when there were hundreds of other places to swim. That made the two-hundred-yard section of water a perfect place for skinny dipping.

Jason was also right about getting naked in public. Even in that remote place, it was exciting. Evan fought the urge to sport wood when they stripped. Once in the water, he gave up the fight. The contrast of the hot sun and the cool water rushing over his sensitive cock and balls was amazingly arousing. He'd always liked being naked after his bath. Back then, he'd only been slightly curious about Deana's differences and never had to worry about popping a boner.

Instinctively, Evan and Jason swam in different directions. Evan ended up on the island, a thin strip of land covered with trees and thick undergrowth. He found his way to the other side, where he became more aroused at the sight of boaters passing. Evan stayed just out of sight, watching two women in bikinis standing on the bow of a boat. He started a fantasy while staring at them. His dick was fully erect, but Evan resisted the urge. If Jason caught him, he'd be humiliated for the rest of his years in school. Getting caught beating off was one of the worst things that could happen to a boy.

After a minute or two, Evan gave up, spit on his hand, and started stroking. He finished quickly and immediately felt embarrassed. What if his friend had seen him?

Jason was nowhere to be found, so Evan went looking for him. He didn't know his friend didn't want to be seen. Evan's heart stopped, then sped up to a dangerous speed. Jason was standing against a tree, stroking a giant, uncircumcised penis. Evan wasn't gay and didn't want to watch someone jerk off, but he ducked down out of sight anyway. He'd never seen one so big, but that wasn't what made him get hard.

The giant purple dome of Jason's dick-head emerged from the foreskin cloak. Jason pushed it down toward the lapping tongue of Doc Davey's yellow lab. The tail-wagging dog eagerly licked while Jason stroked. He pushed his groin forward, lifted his cock, and offered his ball bag to his four-legged friend. She seemed thrilled and licked his bouncing nuts. Jason groaned and aimed the swollen bulb at her face. The first burst of white cream flew over the dog and crashed down on the leafy earth, but the next blast was on target. Jason jerked and moaned, pumping his penis onto the licking tongue of his bitch.

Evan probably wouldn't have let his friend know he'd seen the depraved act if he hadn't fallen backward over a log while his boner sprayed cum. Their friendship was bound by mutual humiliation.

The spotlight fell on Jason's inappropriate behavior for obvious reasons, but Evan had been equally ashamed. The donkey-sized penis and the bestiality had fucked up his mind. It was so wrong to get excited, and worse, Evan wanted to know how it felt, but only really twisted people let dogs lick their balls while they masturbated.

Deana's voice jerked Evan out of the past and back to the parking lot. “It's about time,” he said. She was walking with Rebecca, one of the tumbling triplets. "Where are the other two tumblers?" he asked Rebecca.

"They're not riding with us," Deana said.

Rebecca crowded Evan into the corner of the open door. "Are you ever going to stop calling us that?" she asked. "We do more than tumble."

Evan looked down at her. The sunlight on Rebecca’s head revealed a rusty tint in her brown hair. Her big green eyes and long lashes hinted at a much older, sexy girl, but the sprinkling of freckles down her button-nose reminded Evan that Rebecca was a cutie. "Probably not," he finally answered.

"Figures." She huffed and pushed the seat forward. "My birthday is coming up. You gonna get me something special?"

Evan watched her lean into the back seat. "Yes," he said and whacked her behind.

"Ouch." She yelped and fell into the car. "Not what I had in mind."

He tuned out the girl's talk and drove. His thoughts were on his mother, Candy, and his birth mother, Sandra. Would it be less embarrassing to have Candy, his stepmom, find his crusty cum in Deana's underwear? Probably not.

At Rebecca's house, Deana opened the car door, and Rebecca slid across the backseat. Evan shoved Deana's seat forward and crushed his sister against the dashboard. Rebecca's skirt climbed her thighs, and Evan took a long look. Her flowered underpants hugged her pussy, creating a vivid outline of her lips and the groove between them. It was what he and Jason called a fat pussy, which was a good thing.

"Hurry up,” Deana said, “he's killing me. I'll call you later."

"Okay," Rebecca said.

Evan let his sister's seat fall back. Driving Deana's friends had some perks. Rebecca's pussy was amazingly plump for such a skinny girl, and it made his penis hard.

Once they got going, Deana asked, "Is it that bad having to drive us?" She batted her eyes at him. "Really, it could be worse."

"Mm, I guess so," he said, “but I wish you could get a car too.”

Deana laughed. "Yeah, like that'll happen. By the way, I busted you peeking in the backseat, pervert." She put her feet on the dashboard. “Don't get any ideas about Rebecca.”

If Deana knew how hard he was, she'd know how much of a pervert he really was. Evan didn't look at his sister or complain about her feet on the dashboard. “I know, it'll mess everything up and hurt your friendship . . . blah, blah.” He couldn't get Rebecca's crotch out of his mind.

At the house, they climbed the porch steps together. Evan opened the back door, and they both froze. "Mom," Deana said and stepped inside, "you look, um, Fergalicious!"

Evan approached the hourglass-shaped woman with his mouth hanging open. He searched his brain for words, but none came. Candy was barely above five feet, but those three-inch heels and short skirt made her legs look amazingly long. Evan was glad none of his friends, especially Jason, were there to see. Before puberty, having the youngest, prettiest mom made him proud. Now, it was embarrassing and disturbing because of his thoughts.

Candy put her hands on Deana's shoulders and kissed her. "Thank you,” she said. “I think?"

"Don't worry, Mom," Evan said, "it's a compliment." He kissed her cheek and noticed the way her breasts strained the buttons on her blouse. "You look-”

"Just say it,” Deana said, “she's hot."

"Yeah.” He turned away. “I'll be back."

Evan ignored Gloria, who called his name, as he passed her room and started unzipping before he reached the bathroom. Seeing Rebecca's crotch had packed the powder keg, and his mom's body and engorged nipples had lit the fuse. There was a limit to how much he could take in before he blew out.

"Oooh," Evan gasped and closed his eyes. His lubricated fist coursed down his hard flesh. Rebecca's pussy crushed under her tight panties filled the video screen in his head. Rebecca wanted him to look like Mrs. Beck knew what she was doing to him. Why else would she have lingered there, leaning on her desk with her camel toe so obvious? But what about Candy? When was the last time his mom dressed up like that?

Evan watched in the mirror. His bulbous cock-head was a blur as it vanished and reappeared from his fist. His balls rolled and danced in his sack with pleasure, but something was missing. “Dammit," he said and looked past his lotion-slicked cock into the hamper. Baby-blue panties were staring back at him, mocking him. He knew it was wrong, but he picked them up anyway. His mom most likely wouldn't be examining underwear before she washed them. Who would do that?

Gloria's crotch patch was moist, even warm, like she'd just taken them off. It's underwear, only underwear, so it doesn't matter whose they are. He breathed in through his nose and trembled. Like a chloroform rag forced over his face, the smell of pussy made Evan dizzy, and a lust fog clouded his mind. Pussy smelled good. Was something wrong with him?

The switch flipped in his groin, and Evan was caught off guard. The first blast of his orgasm flew all the way to the magazine rack. He turned sharply and sent a splattering shot against the mirror, then another. Finally, he got the underwear in front of his dick head and pumped and pushed every last drop into the panties, into her cunt. That was it, wasn't it? He was fucking his sister. No, it's just underwear, Evan told himself again.

Still shaky when he left the bathroom, Evan approached Gloria's door. She was sitting on the end of her bed playing a hand-held video game and listening to her MP3 player. “Hi,” Evan said and picked up her softball bat. “What's up?” He put the bat under the bed and sat next to her. “What are you listening to?” He pulled one of her earbuds out.

“Hi,” Gloria finally said without looking away from the screen.

Evan put the bud close to his ear. “Gloria, you know what this song is about?” It was Laffy Taffy, by DL 4.

“Candy,” Gloria said and switched off the game. “Why?”

“Hmm, not really,” Evan said. “Don't let Mom or Dad hear it.”

“Daha,” she said. “I know what it's really about.”

“Oh, really.” Evan reminded himself that Gloria was much older than he wanted her to be. “Does that game help with math?”

“I got an A on my math test.”

“Wow, remarkable,” Evan said. “Good thing I helped you with your homework.” He messed her hair. “So, what did you want?”

“We're supposed to practice ball.” She pouted and added, “Dad said I'm afraid of the ball.”

“I'd be afraid too if I let a ball hit me in the forehead.” He snickered. “You couldn't see straight for a week.”

“Stop it,” Gloria said and slapped his thigh. “It wasn't my fault.” She hung her head and added, “I hate softball.”

“Really, why?”

“I'm too small. All the other girls are way taller.” She folded her arms over her chest. “Why does Dad make me play?”

“Same reason he made me and Deana play. It builds character and keeps you out of trouble.” Evan turned her head. “Between you and me, you're the best-looking girl on the field. One day, they'll all be tall and ugly, and you'll be short and still gorgeous, like your mother.”

“That'll be the day,” she said. “For now, all I have is too much for my age.” She stood in front of him. “Paula said I'll have floppy jugs before I'm twenty. Do you think they're too big?” Gloria pushed them together.

Evan wished he hadn't just cum in her underwear. Gloria’s nipples were visible through the shirt. “That's not the kind of question you ask your brother.”

“Who better to ask,” she said. “You've seen me every day since I was born and probably watched Mom change my diaper. Wow, that's weird, you've seen all of me.”

“It sure is weird that we're talking about this. You were a baby, and I was too young to know what I was seeing,” he said, wondering if his face was as red as it felt. His dad was right; Gloria was too old for them to act the way they always had.

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