"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... to talk to Lara about her trip.&#034 I thought it might be fun to see Lara too. Maybe I'd get pussy that day after all. I have five cousins. Two live on the other side of the country. The other three of which live in my city. Todd, age 19, Lara, age 15, and Mikey, age 16. They're my Dad's b*****r's k**s. They live on the other side of town, in a nice neighborhood, thanks to Aunt Sharon's f****y money. They're a lot more well-off than we are. We hadn't seen them for a while, since they took a big trip to Europe right as summer started. It wasn't a special occasion, they go somewhere every year. We're not just cousins, we're friends, at least most of us. Not as much with Todd, who tormented Mikey and I when we were younger and ignored my s****r ever since she broke one of his models. But Faith was pretty close to Lara and looked up to her, and thought Mikey was funny. I'm closest to Mikey. He's like a much more awkward version of myself, and we got along well, like how b*****rs are supposed to be. Lara was a little different. I liked her, but I've also wanted to fuck her since I was twelve... which I guess makes her a little like my s****r, only without the arguments. Sometimes I get signs Lara might be interested, but I'd never made any move because she was f****y. If it didn't work out, things would get awkward. Well, now I've already crossed that line with Faith. What was one more relative? The next day, I drove Faith there. I let her sit in the front seat this time, and ...

... she wore a skirt, giving me a nice look at her pale-skinned, unblemished legs, while reminding me even more of what was still covered. The access was easy. Wearing something like that was practically an invitation, and I accepted that invitation. When I drove along the secluded side streets, free of much traffic, I let my right hand cross over the divider between our seats, and up her leg. Underneath the skirt, she had panties on, but it didn't take much concentration to get underneath those, even while I was driving. I rubbed her pussy slowly, carefully. It was a little dry at first, but very soon became slick with her juices. In the mirror, I watched her face as little twitches played across it. She was trying to control her expression and not give me the satisfaction of displaying an effect, but her pussy couldn't lie, and her face didn't do it well. I must have fingered her for five or ten minutes on the car ride before I pulled out and drove the last few turns to our cousin's place. My oldest cousin Todd answered the door. He was a fairly built guy who had a small weight bench in his room, and talked about it a lot. He wore a tank top and shorts, and had sunglasses on a chain around his neck. He was superficially nice, welcoming me in and shaking my hand, but he always squeezed a little too tight and I still had those lingering memories of him beating up me and his b*****r when we were younger, so I didn't like him much. He asked how we were, took a look at my car, subtly ...