Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... happened. I had a feeling that she followed my instructions to the letter. There were two cases where I knew without a doubt that she followed my orders. The first was when I sent her a text. True to form, an hour later, I got a picture of Lara with Mikey’s cock inside her, in what looked a hotel bathroom. The second I learned about after they came back. Our f****y went over to visit and look at pictures, and Lara’s parents told us about how Lara saw Ryan Reynolds walking down the street and chased him down for an autograph. Ryan Reynolds was on our list, I always thought he was hilarious. That meant her race after him might not have been motivated by an autograph. Lara later told me she offered him a blowjob, he laughed nervously and turned her down, and then gave her an autograph. I actually believed her, the way she blushed all through her parents telling the story, and then again when she told me. That day I saw Todd for the first time in months. One of the reasons I had Lara come to me was because I wanted to avoid him, he might want to confront me about turning his s****r into a slave. It was surprisingly anticlimactic. At first we couldn’t do anything but exchange common, courteous, hellos, because our families were there. Later, when we k**s went down to basement, Todd stopped on the stairway. I was right behind him, and he turned to me. “I know what you’re doing to Lara.” He spoke in low tones and a gruffer than usual voice, like he was trying to intimidate me. It ...

... didn’t work, much. I knew he knew, Lara told him. If he was going to do something, he’d have done it already. “And I know what you did to her when she was eleven,” I said calmly. “Mine’s less likely to get me in jail.” “You’ve got as much to lose as I do.” “Maybe,” I agreed. If he told on me and Faith. “But I’m more willing to take the chance. And if I go to jail, maybe I’ll tell them I turned out bad because you used to sexually m***** me, too.” “What? I never. That’s sick.” I grinned. “Yeah, but I’m a better liar than you are at telling the truth. Now, you want to get out of my way?” He pushed past me, going upstairs instead of down. I was shoved roughly into the handrail in the process, and it hurt, but I didn’t mind. It felt good to beat him in a stare-down. But it wasn’t over between us… he still owed me a car. Downstairs, after some more talking about the trip, the discussion eventually turned to our sex lives again. We weren’t going to do anything right then, but we could talk about it. “So, Mikey. Three down, two to go. After that, you don’t have to fuck your s****r on demand anymore,” I said. “Is that going to stop you? If she lets you, I mean.” “I’m not exactly into the whole i****t thing,” Mikey said. “I just do it because of the bet.” I didn’t really believe him. If I asked him to fuck his b*****r, he’d have trouble getting hard. He had no trouble getting hard to his s****r. “Good,” I said. “Because that’s your last freebie. Lara’s my slave until the end of summer, ...