Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... new betting strategy, one only my s****r used. She became master of the submission bet. In submission bets, it seems the object for Faith is to lose and pay the consequences. At first I wasn’t sure she was doing it, but by now it was blatant and almost a joke. That was what this had to be. She also would sometimes bet me that she could beat me in arm wrestling. If I won, I would be allowed to fuck her any way I wanted, if I lost, I had to clean her room. I’m almost four years older and practically twice her weight. I’ve never had to clean her room once. We didn’t need a bet to fuck, that was what was so funny about it. If I asked her to do something sexual with me, almost without fail, she would agree to it, although sometimes grudgingly, as though she was just indulging me, or with a comment about what a pervert I was. It was only when Faith herself wanted to initiate sex that the submission bets came into play. It was as though some part of still her hated to admit that she wanted it, so even though we both knew that she did, she used a bet as an excuse. I wasn’t fooled, but I wasn’t about to turn it down, either. I’d made her beg for it once, there was no need to rub it in any more. “What do you have in mind?” “I don’t know. If I win, you have to give me a backrub. If you’re right and there are some, I guess I’ll let you fuck me.” I held off my grin. “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m kind of tired, since I went to see Lara earlier.” I enjoyed the little, automatic, pout that ...

... formed on her face. She knew I fucked Lara, and had fucked a few others, too. My s****r and I weren’t dating or anything, but I still think she got jealous sometimes, even if she’d never admit it, and I liked to play with that. I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I said, “Maybe, if you’re on top, and do all the work.” “Figures, you’re so lazy I’m surprised you even get up in the morning.” She sighed. “Fine, whatever, if you think you’ll win.” She extended her hand for the traditional handshake, and I took it. Of course I won. A quick trip to the kitchen was all it took to settle that bet. If it was a real one, it could have been avoided by just doing that in the first place… but betting was more fun. Faith shrugged, and then turned on the oven. “Might as well preheat it, knowing you, you’ll probably want to eat them after.” We went up to my room, because Faith had made her bed earlier in the day and didn’t want to mess it up again. I rarely made my bed at all. I lay down and began taking off my pants, then slipped my boxers off. After that, I pulled off my shirt. Meanwhile, in that time, Faith, still standing, was down to her bra and panties. I watched the show. The panties came off first. Although she showed me her breasts before I ever saw her pussy, it seemed now when she undressed in front of me she usually exposed the pussy before her breasts. Both were a treat, if you asked me. The pussy was tight, a line of pinkness between two tight lips, and a little hood ...