Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... for him to respond. I started to realize this probably wasn't the best time or place to broach this subject, but we were speaking in hushed tones, and I figured with how loud and busy the restaurant was that it was incredibly unlikely anyone could hear. Finally he swallowed.

"Oh wow, uh, okay. Yeah, I mean, of course I do. If that's okay with you, I mean." He looked like he was holding back excitement, probably trying not to seem too enthusiastic about the idea of sucking his big sister's tits whenever he pleased. Honestly it was another moment when I wished I could have read his mind. Aren't siblings supposed to have some kind of telepathy? Or is that only twins? Oh well.

"I wouldn't be telling you any of this if I wasn't okay with it." I said softly, with a weak smile.

"Then yes, definitely." He said, returning the smile.

"Awesome. You might want to save some room for dessert then." I hinted playfully. He huffed through his nose in a quiet laugh, and we finished eating. We ran a few errands, did a little grocery shopping. I made a conscious decision to completely pass over the milk section, smiling to myself. And then we made it home.

I changed into my usual comfy attire, panties, and a Funhaus tank top. I started playing CTR. I've gotten a lot better at it and now we're pretty evenly matched, mostly because I haven't touched Mario Kart since this came out. Though, I'm still all over the place when I play online. I did a few online races until I got a little ...

... frustrated and looked over at him. He was sitting next to me on his phone.

"Hey, wanna play me?" I asked.

He finished sending a text message and set his phone down. "Sure."

I grabbed his controller and handed it to him. "Okay, if I win, you have to help me with my milk." I threw out.

"Are you sure that's what you meant? That sounds like more of a prize for me if I win."

He was right, I don't know why I still treated this like something he didn't enjoy. I think I was still a little self conscious for some reason. "True. But if YOU win... Well, maybe I can help YOU with something." I offered, letting it hang in the air for a bit.

He looked unsure, but intrigued. "Like what?" He asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders. "We can decide that later. Just race me?"

He made a distrusting face but turned his controller on anyway. We did a whole cup of four races with the AI set to Hard. I got first on the first two races netting me 18 points, while he got second and then third, netting him 9. On the third race, I was leading for a while until one of the AI players completely fucked me with a blue shell equivalent, and a string of consecutive hits followed. I wasn't able to recover and I finished in 6th while he got second. The score was 18 to 15 now. And while we were having playful banter and shit talking up until this point, the last race was almost entirely silent.

He was ahead of me for most of the race, but near the start of the last lap, I nailed him with a ...