"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... and then ran back into the house to get a pen and paper to jot down the address of the place and the time. I was a little late, and Faith was waiting outside by the corner with her bag on her shoulder. She'd already changed out of her dance tights and now wore shorts and a belly shirt. My s****r Faith was three years younger than me. She was into dance, I never really took an interest in what it involved, just that it was more complicated than ballet, she really enjoyed it, and it sometimes had her practicing around the house in tight little tights. She was a little snobbish about her dancing, acting like it was some great profession that would make her famous one day, which might have been why I deliberately took no interest. I didn't want to encourage the attitude. Other than her little hobby, she was a typical k**. I always thought of her as kind of a brat, but I bet most big b*****rs think that. We were close at some point, but it seemed especially this year when she hit her teens, she closed off. The fun times tapered off, and it seemed the only time we talked was when she was bothering me and asking questions that were stupid or nosy. We got in fights all the time, but that hadn't changed since we were k**s. She was hot, though. I wasn't proud of thinking that way about my s****r, but I never planned on telling anybody, either. While I took after our father and had dark brown hair, she took after Mom and was a redhead (although Mom usually dyed her hair). She also had ...

... green eyes, pale skin, and freckles. I teased her often about being a ginger k**, but she wasn't goony looking like a lot of gingers. Her face really looked pretty to me, although I'd never admit it. She had a little button nose and even though she hated her freckles, they were cute and didn't explode all over her face like some of our cousins. It was just a nice little patch around the nose. Sometimes they disappeared completely, although since it was summer they were out in f***e and she hated them. Her body was slim and toned and, I imagined, perfect for dancing. It was a tight little package... even though she was a little smaller than most girls her age, small frame and her long limbs contrived to look tall and willowy at the same time. I only gave her a brief once over this time, though. I didn't stop to stare because I was angry at being put out of my way. I rolled down the window and pulled to a stop in front of her. &#034Mom wanted me to pick you up.&#034 She didn't seem at all grateful. It was like she took it for granted that I was going to help her out. &#034Yeah, she told me. You're late,&#034 she said. Since I was doing her a favor, I didn't appreciate being talked to like that. So, when she put her hand on the door handle, I said, &#034Hey, not in the front seat. I don't want any of my friends seeing a ginger k** in my car. Besides, you probably smell like a sweaty gym sock. Get in the back.&#034 She sighed and got in the back without further complaint. We drove ...