Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... and I went down into the basement where there was plenty of cola, chips, and pretzels, and we were expected to amuse ourselves. We were the only k**s there this year. While we weren’t banned from the upper party and nobody would care if we passed through and decided to spend some time in Mikey or Lara’s room, or raided the kitchen for something, we weren’t really welcome either. We were still considered k**s and didn’t have much in common since we didn’t have jobs or k**s of our own to complain about. Todd had effectively graduated and could move through both groups, and did, weaving in and out, but mostly upstairs. While down with us, he asked me, confidently, whether I made any progress in our bet, and I just shrugged and told him “Not yet. Why, is she here?” He chuckled. “You wish. No, wait, I wish. It would be fun to see you getting shot down in person. But she’s with her f****y.” “I still have a week. And you know what, since it’s you, when I fuck her, I won’t even give her my best, that way if you decide to keep dating her you won’t feel so inadequate.” “Yeah, right. Like I’d ever want her again, if by some miracle you won. It would just mean she’s a skank.” He took a sip of beer and went back upstairs. Lara, Faith, Mikey and I all initially decided to watch a movie, since TV on Christmas Eve sucked, although we had trouble agreeing on one. While we argued, we found a sitcom rerun on TV and got a little into watching that. The time our party was a little tenser than ...

... year’s past, particularly because of Lara and Faith. It seemed like they were going through another phase of being ‘less than friends’. They weren’t outright hostile to each other, in fact they were civil and seemed relatively friendly upstairs during the gift exchange, but while it was just the four of us, Faith sat as far from her as possible and didn’t talk much to her. During the commercial break, while Faith took off to the bathroom and Mikey was still looking through the movies to try and find something good, Lara shuffled a little closer to me and muttered, “God, I’m so fucking horny tonight.” “Oh yeah?” I grinned. “I am in kind of a Christmasy mood. You want some help with that?” She smiled coyly at me. “I might.” I rose my voice loud enough for her b*****r to hear. “Hey, Mikey, your s****r’s horny. You should really fuck her or something to help her out.” I looked to Lara with a self-satisfied smile and said, “There, I helped you out. Merry Christmas.” The reaction was immediate. Lara’s face turned into a disgusted scowl. “Ewww,” she said, and shuddered. Mikey grinned nervously and said, “Yeah, that’s pretty fucking gross, Mark. I’d never fuck my s****r.” I was pretty sure he was full of shit. He’d never outright admitted it to me, but I’m sure he would, if given the chance. He was just too much of a coward to ask. So I wanted to goad him a little. “Why not? I fuck your s****r. I fuck MY s****r.” “Yeah, but you’re fucked up,” he said. I gave him a long, hard look. “Oh, ...