Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... in my arms as she cried after Dad called her a slut. She might like that from someone she’s fucking, but apparently from Daddy, it hurt. I was pretty angry at him too, that’s not the kind of thing you say to your daughter, but got over it some the next day when I overheard a conversation between him and my uncle. I was home, skipping class. Funnily enough, it was actually because I wasn’t feeling well, my stomach was bugging me, but I didn’t bother getting a note or going to the doctor, I just left at lunch at went home. I didn’t know my Dad would choose that day to take off either, but I guess he just had gotten some pretty troubling news. He came home after I did, with my uncle. I stayed quiet, not wanting to alert anybody I was home… at first because I knew Dad wouldn’t believe I was genuinely sick and not just skipping, but then because I realized they were talking about Faith. I could hear them if I had my ear pressed to the vent and so long as they didn’t have the TV on. “I feel terrible, it just slipped out, but I was so angry. She should have known better.” “k**s never know better,” Uncle Bill said. “They’re all full of hormones and shit.” “I just don’t know what we’re going to do. She’s too little for this kind of responsibility.” “Well, there are only two choices, the way I see it. You can either give it up for adoption, or you can help her raise it.” There was a pause, and then he continued, “We’re not the most religious families in the world, but we both know ...

... abortion is murder. It’s not an option.” Either Dad didn’t respond for a while, or they talked more quietly. The next thing I heard was about thirty seconds later. “She won’t say who the father is. Not to anybody.” This time I’m sure the pause was a lack of conversation. “Oh, so that’s why you wanted me over here.” “You can’t tell me it’s not a possibility. I mean, he’s probably the guy she spends the most time with outside of the house and school. And you remember how we were at that our age, with our cousins, it’s a miracle neither of them got pregnant.” That I didn’t know. It was kind of shocking, to be honest. I don’t remember much about Dad’s cousins, we probably met them at some f****y gathering long ago, but I probably couldn’t pick them out of a crowd. “Of course I remember. And I’m not blind. Michael’s been doe-eyed around Faith for years. I never thought she had much time for him, but maybe…” “So, doesn’t that change things?” “Murder’s murder. That baby didn’t have a choice in who his parents were. And it’s not that big a deal, first cousins breed all the time… I say you let it lie. If she doesn’t want to tell you, leave it at that. In fact, you should probably avoid any genetic tests, who knows what they might look for and feel the need to report?” “So, Mike’s u******e, it’d still be legal.” “Yeah, but it could be Todd, too. I hope it’s not, but it was, and people found out, it’d fuck up his life for good, he could go to jail, and a sex offender rap like that follows ...