Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

This time, it was mostly my cousin Lara’s fault. She knew what she was getting into, and she knew what she was getting my s****r Faith into. That I enjoyed it along the way is beside the point. If not for her, all our lives would have turned out very differently. It started with a bet, of course. There have been three bets, or series of bets, really, that have changed my life, and my relationship with my s****r. This is the story of the second. My s****r and I had been betting against each other since we were k**s. A bet was almost a sacred thing in our house. If one of us bet and lost, we honored the terms of the bet, no matter what. Last summer, there was the first of those life-changing series of bets, which started with one stupid bet, about who starred in a particular movie, and for the first time, mostly as a joke, I suggested oral sex for my prize. To my surprise, Faith accepted, and she was wrong about the star. So my s****r started giving me blowjobs, because she lost the bet. But I became convinced that it wasn’t only because she lost the bet, that Faith was faking her disgust, getting turned on by what I was making her do. I proved my theory with successive bets, with higher stakes and terms where she could only lose if she really wanted to. Really, that made it her fault as much as mine. By the end of that summer, I’d turned my s****r Faith into my willing sex slave. She not only had to have sex with me, but with anyone I ordered, anytime, anywhere. I used that ...

... privilege, maybe even abused it, but Faith enjoyed it, mostly. She even called me master without me asking. The sex slavery was for the summer only, for those were the terms of the bet, and although I ended it a few weeks early because something came up, my s****r had hinted that she might like to try it again, just not while school was going on. That didn’t mean we wouldn’t have sex. Once that door is opened between siblings, you might as well continue, and that first series of bets opened the door. I fucked my s****r Faith on a regular basis ever since she first submitted, and through her I fucked our cousin Lara when I got the chance too. Over the summer I’d traded Faith’s willing tongue to service Lara in exchange for the chance to fuck her before or after. Now, the trade wasn’t necessary anymore either. Lara and I just screwed when we had the chance and the urge. That was less often than you might expect. We went to different schools and lived in different parts of the city. When I was horny, fucking Faith was all-around easier than finding Lara, and because of the increased taboo and her natural tightness, often more fun. Still, every once in a while you want something different, and that’s why that day in November, I found myself with Lara. I’d ditched my last class of the day, got something to eat, and then drove over to my cousin’s school. I’d already texted her so I knew where to wait for her, near a bus stop she used. After a few minutes of waiting, watching other ...