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"Wanna Bet?"
Date: 1/14/2016, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... ago to keep me from going off. "You know what might make this go faster? If you took your clothes off. Gave me something to look at." Faith pulled her mouth off my dick to look at me. "Mark, you're not supposed to see me naked. I'm your s****r." "When you're giving me head, you're not my s****r," I said, "you're just a good place to bust my nut. I might as well see some pussy while I'm doing it." "Shut up, you're such a freak," she said, but took my cock back into her mouth and resumed sliding her tongue underneath it. It was worth a try. I really wanted to see what she looked like naked. She didn't have much of a body, but I didn't need one to make me happy. Despite my best efforts to hold off, pretty soon I was blowing another freshly brewed batch of ball-juice into her belly. "Nice job," I said. "Want to make me some breakfast?" She gave a disgusted snort in reply and left. I don't want to give you the impression that I'm a total jerk, or that me and my s****r hated each other. I am a bit of a jerk, but Faith and I have always been a little antagonistic. It's just our way, since we were k**s. We insulted each other and made fun of each other, but we both knew there was love underneath that. Why, because of the blowjobs, I was even nicer to her than I usually was. I willingly gave her and her friends rides in my car a few times, like I would have had to do if I won the bet. I wouldn't have done that before, waste my ...
... gas money like that, but I figured it was the least I could do. A good blowjob is worth a little gas money. Maybe I was a total asshole for putting her through that at all, forcing her to regularly suck her own b*****r's dick... but I didn't beat myself up over it, because I had a theory. After almost every blowjob, if she didn't have somewhere to be, she'd lock herself in her room and put the music on. At first I thought she was just angry with me, but when I put the music on and locked my door, a lot of times it just was because I wanted to masturbate. I didn't want anybody to hear the rhythmic sound of my chair or bed shuffling in time to my hand movements, or a little groan that might escape my lips, and the music covered that. I had a vivid image in my head, that after sucking me off, she ran to her room, and rubbed her little pussy. I hadn't seen it, at least not as far as I could remember, but I could imagine her rubbing a pink little clit on a hairless mound, remembering what she'd just done. She always seemed in a better mood after she finally came out. So that became what I told myself, to push past any bad feelings, that she secretly enjoyed it as much as I did. I convinced myself that my s****r was as much of a freak as I was. There's no need to give a blow-by-blowjob account. Faith kept on sucking me off whenever I requested, and she usually swallowed, but always refused when I asked to see her tits or anything else. With the days specified in the wager running ...