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The Big Game Bet

I was bored, watching a bad porn movie on cable TV when the phone rang. "Hello." "Whatcha doing, playing with yourself again," my step-daughter Teresa asked me. "Funny," I answered. "Isn't that what you do most of the day?" Teresa was 20, a cute, top-heavy bottle-blonde with several piercings and tattoos and one of those tongue studs, and she worked as a repair dispatcher for the cable TV company. Thanks to her connections I got great service and the fastest Internet service possible, and at a great deal. She was my wife's only daughter, and she liked giving me a hard time about pretty much anything she could think of. Sex included. I did a pretty good job of going toe-to-toe with her. "You and your friends still coming over to watch the game Sunday," I asked. "Hell yeah," she said. "You're the only one who will let us drink." "As long as you don't go driving anywhere for a couple hours afterward, yes." "Of course," she said. "See you then. And maybe we can make a bet on the game." "You're on," I said, and hung up. ----- Game day arrived, and as it turned out I had put out way more veggies and snacks and cold beer than was necessary. My wife Kim was called into work, so she was a no-show. And of the three friends that Teresa said were coming over, only one, her roommate Kate, came. My next-door neighbors also begged off at the last minute, so my expected party of eight turned into a party of three instead. "Hey Jerry, want to make a bet on the game?" Teresa asked just ...

... before kickoff. I gave her a wary glance. "Maybe. But knowing you I'm a bit suspicious." Teresa and Kate both laughed. "Don't worry, I'll keep it G-rated. So, when your team loses, you have to cook something for me and Kate once a month for the next year." "Fair enough. And if my team wins, you have to come here once a month until next year's game and make your mom and me dinner." "Deal," she said confidently. The game got off to a decent start even though no one scored in the first quarter, and the three of us greedily consumed the food and drinks and food. "Hey Jerry," Teresa said as the second quarter started. "How brave are you? Wanna make an addition to our bet?" "Hmmm. Maybe," I said, though I probably should have known better. "What you got?" "First team to score, the loser has to flash the winner." Kate almost did a spit-take with her beer. "Teresa!" "That's not exactly a G-rated bet," I said, shaking my head. "So?! If your guys score first I'll show you my tits. I know you want to see 'em anyway. But when my guys score, you gotta show Kate and me what you're giving to mom every Thursday night. You guys get kinda loud sometimes, you know." "Excuse me?!" Teresa laughed and Kate turned bright red. "This one's between you guys," Kate said. "I'm not showing my tits to anyone." "I've already seen your girls, silly," Teresa said. I should have said no right there, but Teresa did have a point. I really did want to see her boobs. She was easily a 36 DD, and I've always liked big ...