Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... about to make the lie true by pulling out. “You want to talk to Faith?” If whatever Mom wanted was a general chore, rather than something specific to me, Mom might just dish it out to whoever happened to be available. I guess it was kind of shitty to do that to my s****r, but she was my slave at the moment. Mom agreed, and I passed the phone over to her as I pulled out of the lot. “Nothing,” I heard her say. “Just went skating. Mark took me. Uh-huh. Yeah. Well, he lost a bet.” I grinned, and then looked down between her legs. Her skirt was still flipped up. It wasn’t a crowd full of people, but it was still delightfully naughty to do something to Faith while she was talking to Mom on the phone. I kept one hand on the wheel and let my free hand return to one of my favorite places, her crotch. Her voice raised in pitch a little as she answered “Yes?” to something Mom asked. I had to take my hand away to make a turn, but once I was done I returned, and this time went up beneath her skirt and slipped down under her tights and the thong beneath. Despite holding the coffee on the walk to the car, my hands were still a little cold from being outside, but that delightful warmth I found soon fixed that in one of them. It was like a little sauna, hot and wet. I massaged the area, enjoying seeing her feet rising from the floor, and also the look of consternation on her face as she tried to keep track of the conversation with Mom. Unfortunately I couldn’t drive the whole way amusing ...

... myself like that, and after a near miss with somebody crossing the street against the light I stuck to massaging outside the tights. The phone call also ended after a few minutes. “What’d Mom want?” “Take the ground beef out of the freezer to thaw for dinner,” she said. “Clean our rooms, and vacuum the living room.” I nodded. “Well, don’t spend too long on the living room,” I said, to foist most of the task on her. “Cause watching your little ass on the rink’s been getting to me. I want to fuck you, but chores come first.” She laughed. “Since when?” I shrugged and smiled. “Think of it like incentive. The sooner you get it done, the sooner I finish you off.” I pulled off her then and concentrated on driving. When we got home, I got the hamburger out of the freezer, and then went to my room while Faith went to hers. Mom always told us to clean our rooms, but it was something of a joke at this point, at least for me. I’d worn her down over the years so that her standards in that area were comfortably low. As long as there was nothing on the floor and no empty snack-food packages anywhere in sight, it was considered clean. Nothing particularly had to be organized. For the past couple years, she hasn’t even insisted the beds be made. I’m quite proud of that accomplishment, and it’s come in handy lately, since it’d be a pain in the ass if I have to make the bed again after fucking Faith. Faith tended to be a bit more meticulous in her room, but I think she just liked things to be ...