Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... speaking, until Mom came home. As the next few months passed, she still never told me she was going to keep it, but she made no move to rid herself of it, either. She began to suffer morning sickness, but not as much as I’d feared, and I watched fascinated as her body began to slowly change, her breasts swelled, and her belly began to get a noticeable bulge. She began wearing bulkier clothes to disguise it, and quit her dance class. I was pretty sure she was going to keep it at that point, but I got my confirmation indirectly, from Lara. She phoned one day, and at the time I thought she just wanted sex. I’d started fucking her again in January, from time to time, now that I had sperm to spare, and a little variety’s always a good thing. But when I picked up the phone that time, she sighed. “You bastard.” Though the words were harsh, the tone wasn’t, it was resigned, defeated. “No, I’m pretty sure my parents were married,” I joked. It was an old joke, one I used often. “But at times I’m a son of a bitch. So what did I do this time?” “Faith told me she’s pregnant.” I’d told Lara already, because I wanted to gloat about my progress, and despite her protests to the contrary, it seemed to turn her on when I pointed out how likely it was going to be that she’d be my slave next summer. Faith telling her was something else, though. “Oh yeah?” “Well, I kind of pushed her to tell me. I don’t know how you did it, but it looks like she’s keeping it.” I smiled. She hadn’t told me, but ...

... telling Lara was just as good. “I told you, I just give women what they want, even if they don’t know it. You’ll see next summer.” “Well, you haven’t won yet,” she insisted. “She could still miscarry or something.” It was true, and one of my biggest fears… not just for losing the bet, though, I was growing more and more attached to the c***d inside her as its own thing, even though I didn’t know whether it was a boy or a girl. “Or maybe your parents will find out and freak out.” “You’d better not be thinking about engineering that,” I warned her. I still had the pictures, and there was her own role in the scenario that could be exposed. “I’m not. But they’re going to find out she’s pregnant sooner or later, right?” Lara was right. My parents found out in late March, at least about the pregnancy, but thankfully not my role in it. There were plenty of signs… Faith’s weight gain, her morning sickness and more frequent trips to the bathroom, her mood swings and weird cravings… the bottle of pregnancy-related vitamins Mom found just sealed the deal. Mom put two and two and two and two together, and that made a whole lot more than four. She sat Faith down and f***ed her to either confess, or take a pregnancy test. Faith confessed, said that someone she met over the Christmas holidays got her pregnant, but she didn’t want to name names. Mom insisted, but Faith held firm, even taking a grounding for it. Dad was also pissed when he found out, and I had to comfort my s****r, holding her ...