Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... giving these pictures up after the bet was over. I let her clean herself up, and then we walked home, arriving just in time for everybody to be ready for a little dessert. As we had some pie, my mom remembered we didn’t do the tradition of having everybody say what they were thankful for, and insisted we do it then. It was a shame I couldn’t admit to the real things I was thankful for, at least not in mixed company, so I just went with the pie. The next morning was a day off of school, and so I slept in and woke up with a hard-on, like I usually did. After brushing my teeth, and using the washroom, and putting on a pair of pants, I went to my s****r’s door and knocked gently on it. “Come in,” she said. Faith sat near her desk, looking at her computer, body wrapped in a towel. Her hair was still wet, making it look darker and less obviously red than usual, but it also gave it an extra sultry look. If I wasn’t already horny, that alone might have done it. “Mom and Dad gone?” I’d checked the garage already, but it never hurt to be sure. “Yeah. You know how Mom likes to get those deals.” She shook her head. “I keep trying to tell her you can get ones just as good on the Internet.” “She doesn’t like shopping online,” I reminded her. “She says she likes to hold the stuff in her hands. I think she’s just scared somebody’s going to steal her credit card number.” Like that couldn’t happen just as easily in a store. “Anything good?” “Nothing really, really good yet. So, any hints ...

... about what you might like?” I smiled, seeing an opportunity. “I don’t know, I might like having a sex slave again…” She blushed and looked down, “Well, I can’t get you that, what would you unwrap in front of Mom and Dad?” After a moment, she added, “Besides, you never know, you might win that in a bet.” That was encouraging. She still hadn’t said for sure that she wanted to, but with hints like that I had to believe it was in the cards. “Well, I’m sure anything you get me I’ll love, but gadgets are always nice. Or something for my car. Or even a gag gift.” I shrugged, then decided to go for the real reason I was her. “Anyway, speaking of gifts, I owe you one.” “What?” “For yesterday. I told you I’d make it up to you, and we’re all alone…” I let my gaze drift down to her legs. “I figure two orgasms would do it. Well, one would repay the debt, the second would just be because I love my s****r.” She broke into a smile, but it faded quickly. “Are you going to tell me why you needed me to go?” “I can’t,” I said. Technically, Lara and I never agreed that I couldn’t mention the photographs, they weren’t actually part of the bet itself… but explaining the photographs would have led to that forbidden subject. I didn’t want to lie if I didn’t have to. “Just trust me.” “Did you fuck her?” She seemed absurdly worried. She knew I fucked Lara on a regular basis. “No,” I said honestly. She relaxed almost instantly. “I promise you I didn’t, not then. We just had some business that’s between us. ...