Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... you around forever.” “If he touched my daughter, maybe he deserves one,” Dad grumbled. “You mean like when you were his age? I seem to recall little Cheryl was even younger than Faith when you popped her cherry on a summer home from college.” There was no response I could hear. “Look, just don’t press the issue. If she tells you, we can deal with it then, but if not, let her keep her secrets. We’ll help you with the medical bills just in case, I can convince Sharon.” The conversation continued for a while, about whether they should give the baby up for adoption, but they started watching TV too, and I heard enough to make me feel less concerned about everything. I had a cover, and it turned out my Dad had a kinky history I’d never suspected… I’m not sure I wanted to hear more, to be honest, so I decided to stop trying to listen, just in case they started to reminisce about old times. I told Faith about what I learned, and she giggled and suggested that maybe she should try to play with that, give them the impression it was one of her cousins but without outright saying it. I convinced her to just say nothing and let them come to their own conclusions. The truth was, I wasn’t sure I could trust her not to mess it up, blurt out the wrong thing. Even though I was feeling much more confident about my situation after listening in on Dad’s conversation, I still sometimes felt like I was dancing on a razor’s edge. Much of that was because of Faith’s mood swings. Girls can often be ...

... a little moody, especially around their periods, but pregnancy upped the ante to a whole other level. Sometimes I found her crying, sometimes she wouldn’t want me to touch her, sometimes she practically pounced on me, like she’d have ****d me if I wasn’t willing to service her. There were days when she went through all three of those modes in the space of an hour. So, naturally, there was the fear that, in a bout of guilt or anger, she’d suddenly decide she needed to tell. She actually threatened it, but only twice. The first time was when I’d just got off the phone with Lara, making a date to go see her and fuck her. Faith burst into tears about how I used her and then went to stick my dick in somebody prettier, how she should probably tell Mom that it was my baby. I was surprised because there were other times I went to see Lara and my s****r didn’t seem to care. I guess I’d just caught her in a bad mood. I cancelled the date, and made sure to make future arrangements more carefully. The second time she threatened probably changed the course of my life. Earlier in the year I’d sent off my college applications. I got acceptance letters from a few here or there, rejections from others. Then, one day, I got a letter of acceptance from UCLA. I didn’t really think I’d get in at all, but I applied for a few schools under the theory that I might as well reach high. I guess one of my teachers, an alumni, really went to bat for me at UCLA. This wasn’t the best school I applied for, ...