Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... does have is a pretty, tight body, kept fit not just through youthful energy, but also through regular dance class. I knew first-hand how flexible she was. If anything made me think twice about Lara’s proposed bet, it was the risk of ruining that perfect body with pregnancy. My s****r eyed me warily as she took off her hat, letting her red hair flop free, a little messily. She was a natural redhead, a ginger-k**, with freckles and pale skin, but, although I used to tease her about it, she was one of the pretty kinds of redhead. Her freckles were very faded now, since summer’s harsh sunlight was what really brought them out. Without them, she looked like some kind of princess out of fairy tales. With them, she looked a little more real and insecure. I’m not sure which look I liked better. Finally, she grew impatient with my gaze, I guess I was staring at her. “What?” “Oh, nothing,” I said. “I was just thinking.” Wondering what our k** would look like, mostly. I didn’t look much like her. She took after Mom, I took after Dad, looking less delicate, and much darker-featured. I guessed there were good odds of our k** looking like either. It was safer that way, if we were both redheads then our k**s would probably be ultra-ginger, which might lead to questions. “Oh. Mom or Dad home yet?” I shook my head and turned my attention back to the television. “Nah, Dad left a message. He had to go out on a service call, and you know Mom when there’s a project deadline. We’re probably on ...

... our own for dinner.” “Oh. What are you having?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Chicken fingers, maybe.” “Do we have any left? I thought we used them all.” “Yeah, we do.” “I’m sure you’re wrong,” she said. “I was looking there yesterday and I didn’t see them.” “Maybe you’re going blind,” I said. I looked just a few minutes ago, and we still had half a box. “No, they’re all gone. I’m sure of it.” She didn’t give me time to respond before saying, “Hey Mark, wanna bet on it?” My ears perked up. I had a good idea of what was coming. She had to know I was right, and that meant my s****r was horny, and fun was ahead. Typically, there were two strategies to the bets Faith and I engaged in. There was the basic bet. We disagreed and bet something small on the outcome, chores, money, a humiliating task, or, in the last few months, sometimes some kind of one-sided sexual favor. The second strategy was the bluff bet. In this one, you set the stakes big in the hopes that the other person would back off and not want to bet at all. Sometimes it’s because you’re not sure, but just as often it’s because you are sure and want to stop the argument. This was how my sexual relationship started with my s****r. I just wanted to shut her up, when we got into a pointless argument over whether Samuel L. Jackson was in the Matrix, so I told her that if she lost, she had to give me blowjobs anytime I wanted for a week. To my surprise, she accepted, and she lost. Since that summer, there’s been a new wrinkle, a ...