Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... seemed tense. I actually felt bad, realizing that I may have crossed a line and ruined my relationship with my s****r forever. Maybe she just didn’t want to welch on the bet, but would hate me for making her stick with it. I would never want that. “I know you’re not comfortable with this, and I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I hoped you would be. I thought you might like the idea as much as me. But I love you, and I can’t think of any better proof of love than a love c***d.” I liked the sound of that. Love c***d. I ran my hand over her stomach and said, “You might be pregnant with my baby right now, you know.” My hand ventured lower, to her pussy. It was wet. I know it wasn’t from me before, that would have dried long ago. It heartened me. She might be conflicted, but she was a little turned on, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It was enough to work with. If she hadn’t been wet, I would have left her there, gone back to my room, and hoped that after she had time to think about it, she’d be more open. Or maybe I would have cancelled the whole idea, then and there. I almost certainly would have done that if she’d just flat out asked me to, but she never did, which I guess makes it her fault, too. At that moment, her being wet encouraged me. “But just in case, I’d like to give it another go.” I was already hard, pressing against her, and started rubbing up against her ass. I slid down to where I would be able to enter, and whispered, “But we have to be quiet, Mom and Dad are ...

... sl**ping.” We’d fucked sometimes when they were home, but you ignore strange noises during the day while you’re watching TV or busy with your own life. In the middle of the night, noises were something to be investigated. She didn’t fight me… she didn’t get as into it as she had other times, but she didn’t fight at all, just spread her legs a little and let me enter. Once I’d thrust all the way inside her, she reacted more, but it was like usual, squeezing on my shaft with her pussy. Because of worries about making noise, it was a lot slower and gentler than most of our sex, at least until halfway through, when she started making quiet, squealing moans and I felt I had to stifle her with a hand over her mouth. Then it turned strange, the pace increased and I could hear the vibration of her moans against the palm of my hand. The atmosphere became surprisingly charged with erotic energy. Suddenly, I felt her shudder and then stilled some. I wasn’t done yet, but since she’d cum I thought it was safe to take my hand off, and she took a long, gasping breath. I came a few minutes later, and then kissed the back of her neck and her ear as I drenched her womb once again with sperm. That done, I rested, arms around her, my cock still inside her, like a plug, keeping it all inside, until I was satisfied none would leak out. Afterwards, I intended to stay just long enough to check again if Faith was okay, but I fell asl**p. It had been a long day. I woke up, paranoid that it was morning and we’d ...