Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... touch her again. Second…” I had to pause there. What did I want? To tell the truth, all I wanted was for him to shut up and face the truth. But that wasn’t very fair stakes, considering what I stood to lose. I didn’t think the risk was big, but given it was becoming more and more obvious to Faith that I wasn’t doing anything to keep her from pregnancy, she might jump at a way out. So I needed something. It might not be wise to bet what you don’t want to lose, but it’s downright stupid to do it in exchange for nothing. Money was an option. Mikey’s parents made a lot more than mine did, and though he spent his allowance almost as quickly as he received it, I could probably get him to sell some of his crap. But I wanted something memorable, and the bets where I lost, or won, money never stick out in my mind. So that wouldn’t do. I grinned suddenly. I had it. “You have to fuck your s****r.” It was a memorable experience for me. Lara finally spoke up. “Whoa, there. Uh, don’t I get a say in this?” “Sure,” I said. “If Mikey loses, he has to fuck you, if you ever give him the chance. All the way in, cumming while inside you.” I stopped for a second, realizing that might conflict with some other plans. “But you can use a condom, of course. If you ever want it badly enough, you just tell him to fuck you. If not…” the grin broke out again. “I guess we’ll have to wait until you lose a bet or something. Let’s say he has to do it five times, and I have to be informed each time. After ...

... that, if you want to continue, you’ll have to work that out amongst yourselves.” Mikey, who’s eyes had been widening gradually ever since I made the suggestion, finally blinked hard and shook his head. “Man, you really are fucked up. I can’t believe you’d be so…” He sputtered, looking for a word. “Nice?” I finished. “I know. I’m practically being a saint here. It’s not like me. I mean, I’m giving you what you secretly want, without the guilt of going after it yourself.” I changed my gaze to Lara and added, “And you’re at least getting give free fucks you can use if you’re desperate. Frankly, I’m the only one who risks losing anything on the deal. Maybe I should up the stakes, make Mikey let Todd fuck him up the ass.” The difference between his put-on show of disgust and horror at fucking his s****r and the real revulsion at fucking his b*****r said just about everything. “But no, I’ll stick with things as they are, I’m worried Todd might enjoy it, and I don’t want to give him any kicks for free.” “So what is the bet?” Mikey finally asked. “You think Faith doesn’t want to be my slave. So we’ll bring her down here and give her a choice. She knows I’ve got something planned for tonight. I’ll tell her, in the spirit of Christmas, I’m willing to give her a night off. All she has to do is…” I was going to say that she just had to ask for one, but changed my mind at the last second and finished, “kiss you on the cheek. If you’re right, she’ll jump at the chance. If I’m right, she’ll ...