1. Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes


    Date: 5/25/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    then limp. I continued after that, but the moans were softer, and she put less effort into it, so I thought about the idea of winning this bet Faith proposed to get me excited enough to finally cum. Lara was also on the pill, of course, although about half the time fucking her I pulled out and came on her stomach, ass, or mouth, just on general principle. One pregnancy scare makes you a little gunshy of squirting it directly where it’s dangerous. This time, though, I was willing to take the risk. Once I came, releasing jets of gooey seed deep inside my cousin, I pulled out and collapsed on the couch beside her, breathing deeply to regain my energy. After we fucked, I figured that would be the end of it. I thought it was the kind of dirty idea she wanted to play with until she came, and once she did, it would be forgotten. I’ve had those before… hasn’t everybody? She didn’t mention it again right away, and we dressed and sat around together watching some satellite TV, like any other cousins. “So, what about that bet,” she said suddenly, during a commercial break. “Or are you too chicken?” See, this is the part of what I mean when I say it was her fault. If she hadn’t goaded me, I could have declined gracefully. Instead, I decided that I’d try to make her flinch first. “I’m okay with it, I’m just not sure you know what you’re getting into. It would be the same rules as with Faith. Anything I want, anytime I want, with anyone I want.” “I know,” she said. “I’m sure I can handle ...
    it, just as long as you promise not to treat me any worse, either. Come on, you said you could get her to do anything.” “That means I might sell you to your b*****rs.” They’d used Faith enough. I wasn’t sure if they’d want to fuck their own s****r, or if they’d freak out and try to beat the shit out of me, but it was a bluff anyway. She called it. “Yeah, I figured.” She sounded almost philosophical about it. Not eager, not scared, just like it was something she’d never tried, and how bad could it be? I sighed a little. “The problem is, I’m taking a lot of risk here. So many things could go wrong on my end. She could decide not to be my slave at all…” “So, we’ll make that part of the bet. If she doesn’t want to be your slave over Christmas, it’s off, no winners or losers.” She frowned, thought about it, then added, “But neither of us can tell her about the bet until there’s a winner, or the person who does automatically loses. And if she offers, you have to say yes, you can’t chicken out at the last minute.” “There would have to be a rule about no telling anybody else, either, ever.” I added, and she agreed. “But the Christmas holidays are only two weeks, she might not even be fertile, and if she is, I could miss the window…” She shrugged. “You don’t have to do it over the holidays. Let’s say… three months from the start of the Christmas break, if she plays slave. She has to be pregnant by then, and still be pregnant by the summer break. I know you’re fucking her even without ...
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