"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... bad. I like it. Sometimes it's nice to just not have to make any decisions, you know? You just do what you're supposed to do when you're supposed to do it. That's all. If you do exactly what you're told and they don't like you, it's not your fault, you were just told the wrong thing.&#034 I must have spent minutes watching, imagining. I had loads of wrong things I wanted to tell her to do. Eventually Mikey got my attention and once again drew me into a conversation about the teams we followed. A half hour later, after we'd returned to the pool to do a little more swimming, Todd came down from his room and met us there. &#034Hey, I'm going to grab a coffee, you guys want anything?&#034 Lara wanted an iced cappachino. I asked for an iced coffee with three sugars. Mikey wanted something to eat, asking for a combo from a sub place near the coffee shop, which prompted Lara to ask for a sub too. &#034Okay, I'm not going to be able to get all that. One of you guys have to come with me.&#034 Lara volunteered. She hadn't dropped back into the pool yet, so was still dry, and just pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and left with her b*****r, to my disappointment. Once they pulled out of the driveway, Mikey got out of the pool and said, &#034I'm going to go inside for a while, maybe watch a movie or something in the basement. Want to come, Mark?&#034 I knew what he was up to. Since we were young, sometimes we'd sneak down to the basement and watch porn on one of his dad's satellite ...

... channels. I looked across the pool at my s****r, who was shooting some basketball shots by herself. The backyard was well obscured from prying eyes, with a high fence and lots of trees. &#034Why don't you go ahead,&#034 I said. &#034I'll join you in a few minutes.&#034 He looked at me funny, but left. I slipped into the pool and behind my s****r. She hadn't noticed we were alone. I slid my hand under her butt, attacking her from below, and she yelped. &#034Mark!&#034 she whispered, looking about frantically. &#034Not here.&#034 &#034Shhh,&#034 I said. &#034Nobody's watching. We're alone. Just relax. I'm collecting on the bet.&#034 I felt her up there, in the pool, for about ten minutes, keeping an eye on the sliding glass door to the house, before I heard Todd's car pull back in. My finger withdrew and Faith swam away from me quickly, blushing a deep red. I got my coffee and also grabbed Mikey's sub combo and brought it to him downstairs in the basement. There was no porn on the screen. He was looking at me strangely. I passed him his food. &#034Here you go, sorry I got a little held up.&#034 &#034I saw what you were doing with Faith,&#034 he said. I froze at the accusation, then decided to try and play it off as though it was no big deal. Maybe he was referring to something else entirely. &#034What do you mean?&#034 &#034You were, like, feeling her up. I saw you from the upstairs window.&#034 Oops. I guess even the best of us slip up now and again. &#034So, what, you never fingered ...