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In that case, here's a few chapters. No promises as to any kind of update schedule. I wrote all this in a few days, but I can go for months without wanting to write, so... sorry? We'll see what happens.
A tribute/alternative set of tags to/for ‘Wanna Bet’ by AnonyMPC
Things got complicated this summer. I suppose that’s an understatement, but I’m not sure how to really explain it quickly. It makes sense, but only if you have all the pieces.
I guess it’s mostly my fault. But not entirely. My parents are slightly to blame. So is my sister. So are Tommy Lee Jones, Jeff Goldblum, and Will Smith, in a sense.
Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, I suppose.
Summer had just started, and for the first time I had a driver’s license and a car to use it in. It was a shitcan, but it was mostly reliable, and it was mine.
Of course, what that gave me was mostly the illusion of freedom. Because gas isn’t free, so I either needed to work for it, or beg my parents for money. And since my dad had already chipped in for the car- you should have seen his face when I showed him the car I could afford on my own, I call my car a shitcan affectionately, but that one really was- he wasn’t very generous about fuel allowance.
So I had a part time job as a cashier. Looking back, it was super easy and laid back. But it felt stifling. I wanted to goof off with friends, never mind the fact that most of them had part time jobs as well, or were studying. It was hard to get our schedules to meet up, and when we could, none of us could really afford to do much after we paid for gas and dinner. So in some ways my sixteenth summer felt like it was turning to ash in my mouth.
Things changed quickly about two weeks in when I got a call from Mom on my cell.
“Hey Mom. What’s up?”
“Mark. I need you to do me a favor.” She sounded stressed out, and I could already tell I wasn’t going to get out of this.
I let out a sigh. “Great. What needs doing?”
“I just got invited to an emergency budget meeting. I thought I’d be out of here an hour ago, but… you don’t care about the details. I need you to pick your sister up from practice. She doesn’t have bus fare.”
“Dad?” I asked.
“Also working late.”
“I was planning on meeting up with Josh at the food court,” I said. I may have been a bit whiny.
“Tell him you’ll be late. I’ll cover your gas, and a bit extra for inconvenience.”
My mood changed immediately. “Well why didn’t you say so? When and where?”
The when was soon, and considering traffic, Mom’s call came a bit late, but I did my best. Faith probably hadn’t been standing out front too long when I pulled up to the gymnasium. She’d changed out of her leotard and was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt, her bag slung over her shoulder.
Faith is two years younger than me, and unlike most of her peers, hasn’t grown out of being a gymnast. You know, parallel bars, and the balance beam, and all that stuff. I guess? I never took much of an interest in it, other than being forced to watch a few events on TV during the Olympics with her commentating for Mom. Her Olympic dreams had already been shattered by reality, she just wasn’t that good, but she’d won a few local contests and done okay at state level last year. She hoped to get a scholarship out of it, and as far as I know, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
Other than that, she was a pretty typical kid. I mostly thought of her as a brat now. We had gotten along pretty well until I hit my teenage years, and things got worse when she did as well. We seemed to bicker constantly about stupid shit, but from what I’ve seen of my friends and their siblings, that’s normal.
She’s pretty cute though. Not that I’d admit it to her. Or anyone else for that matter. I took after my father, while she inherited my mom’s red hair, green eyes, pale skin, and freckles. Sometimes I teased her about being ginger, but I didn’t put much effort into it. She had a cute face, and her freckles were bold, but not very numerous.
Her gymnast practices also made her thin and relatively muscular. The breast fairy hadn’t stopped by our house yet, a fact I was mostly fine with, as I’d hate to have to start punching my friends if they started making passes at my little sister.
I rolled down the window as I pulled to a stop. “Hey. Mom made me pick you up.”
She didn’t seem grateful. “Yeah, she called. You’re late.”
“Traffic. Woah, not the front seat,” I said as she went for the door handle. “I don’t want any of my friends seeing a sweaty ginger kid in my car. Jump in back.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue, throwing her bag in before getting in the back seat. After a block or so, she spoke up, “This is better, actually. It’s like you’re my personal chauffeur.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”
“Sure,” she said, pulling out her phone and texting her friends. I put on the radio, and the local rock station didn’t let me down. I headed back home and was almost able to forget she was there.
“Oh. I forgot that was coming out. The trailers look good. Do you think it’ll be worth seeing?”
I snapped back to reality. “Huh?”
“Jurassic World,” my sister pointed to a digital billboard, and I saw the ad for a split second before it swapped to a grinning accident lawyer.
“Oh. Yeah, looks cool. I hear they’re bringing back some of the OG cast from the old movies. I’m getting a bit tired of Chris Pratt being in everything.”
“Oh? Neat. So, the paleontologists? I kinda remember the old movies. Dad rented them a few years ago. That guy who played opposite Will Smith in Men in Black, and that woman in the ‘they do travel in herds’ meme.”
I blinked. Opposite Will Smith? “Tommy Lee Jones?”
My sister snapped her fingers and nodded. “That’s his name.”
“You’re kidding. He’s not in any Jurassic Park movie.”
“Nah, he definitely is.”
“He’s definitely NOT,” I said with a scoff.
“So is.”
This went back and forth for a bit, before Faith let out a huff. “Wanna bet?”
This is why I blame my father. As I said, we’ve always bickered over stupid shit, all our lives, even before we became teenagers. My dad always hated it, and when I was about 10 or so, came up with a solution.
“If you’re both certain you’re right, make a bet on it.”
The idea was, if we weren’t certain, we should back down and shut up. And if we were, then make a bet, shut up, and go figure out who won. It was great from his point of view, because it shut us up. After a while of him prompting us, we took to it ourselves in a big way.
We’d bet all sorts of things over the years. Allowance of course, but that was less frequent than betting chores, toys, services, that sort of thing. And Dad made certain we kept things scrupulously fair. I tried to welch on a bet once with Faith. Dad gave me a spanking I’d never forget. He made Faith watch, and told her he wouldn’t be any less harsh if she tried it.
Neither of us failed to pay up again.
By the way, if you’re a fan of game theory, the interesting bit happens before the bet is agreed upon. Almost more often than not, one of us will be so certain we’re right, we’ll bet something outrageous. And of course, that’s an invitation for the other person to bet something of equal value, but you both have to be really certain if the stakes are that high.
Most of the time, someone folds. Unless you really want to get out of a chore, then sometimes you lowball it for just that, hoping that makes you appear uncertain or weak. It’s kind of like poker, or chicken. Well, kind of.
I snorted. I didn’t want anything from Faith at the moment, so I said the first outrageous thing that popped into my mind. “Sure! If Tommy Lee Jones isn’t in any Jurassic Park movies, you have to give me a blowjob whenever I want for a week.”
Honestly, I’m not entirely sure why I picked that. Maybe the idea of my sister’s loud mouth being plugged up with dick amused me, maybe I was horny. I’d broken up with my last girlfriend months ago, and it wasn’t like I’d gotten very far with her. We’d made out several times, and she’d given me a handy twice. I’d fingered her as well. But eh, highschool relationships, right? Since then I’d had a drunken make out with a girl I sort of knew at a party. We’d both gotten off by dry humping each other. And that was pretty much my entire sexual history. Girlfriends before that had been limited to kissing and a couple of boob gropes.
Anyway, I had zero expectation that Faith would do anything other than call me a gross pervert and fold on this.
Instead, after a long silence, she said, “Fine. But if he was, you’re my personal chauffeur, and have to drive me and my friends around for a month!”
It was my turn to balk. She’d actually accepted my ridiculous ante. For a second, I became unsure if Tommy Lee Jones was actually in any of the Park movies. I hadn’t seen most of them in years, and I hadn’t even been alive when some of them came out. Had he been in like, the third one maybe?
I shifted in my seat, and realized I was getting an erection. I took a breath. No. I was pretty sure I was right. I did some basic calculations about gas money, and where Faith and her friends might want to be taken. I winced.
“Are you sure? Do you even know what a blowjob is?” I asked.
“Of course. You’re a horny perv who wants your… cock sucked,” she said the last part much quieter than the rest. “Doesn’t matter though, because you’re going to be driving me around.”
I swallowed, and glanced at her in the rear view mirror. “Fine, but some limits. You can’t ask me to drive you when I’m at work.”
She opened her mouth, but I cut her off. “And I can’t make you suck me during practice.”
She closed her mouth, and leaned back with a shrug.
“Also, gas isn’t cheap. If you have me drive you around until I run out of gas money, you and your friends have to chip in. I have to have enough to go to work and back. Otherwise, I’ll pay so long as you aren’t just having me drive around in circles.”
Faith nodded. “Okay, but you can’t just have me suck you all day. I need to do stuff besides gymnastics practice too.”
I smiled. “I won’t want more than, two… no, three a day, maximum. Probably two most days. You might get away with just one if I’m working.”
Faith bit her lip, and stuck out her hand. We always seal a bet with a handshake. That’s the point of no return.
“Wait until we get home to look it up. We’ll check IMDB, not some weird website you found on your phone,” I said, and stuck my hand back behind me.
“As if I’d cheat,” she said, grabbing my hand.
And that was that. No more arguing for the trip, just as Dad had engineered it.
As soon as I parked the car, we ran inside to the family computer. I pulled up IMDB and searched for Tommy Lee Jones, and I admit, I held my breath as we scrolled down the list of movies he’d been in.
As we hit the bottom, Faith leaning over my shoulder, I let it out and smiled.
“Wait, check the Jurassic Park movies. Maybe there was an edit on his page,” Faith said.
I gave her a look, but did as she asked. I opened a tab for every Jurassic Park movie in the franchise, and we scoured each one.
Faith looked devastated. “But- I was certain! The paleontologist played opposite Will Smith in the alien movie, I remember!”
I blinked. “Alien movie? Wait.” I typed into google and hit enter, and clicked the second link.
“You mean Independence Day? Jeff Goldblum is in that, opposite Will Smith, and he’s in the first few Park movies.”
Faith looked over the screen. “Oh.” She turned to me, suddenly very timid. “Are you really going to make me…”
“Were you going to make me drive you and your friends around?” I asked. “You’re not trying to back out after we shook, are you?”
“No. But… the deal was whenever you want one, right? You don’t really want your sister to blow you, right?”
I considered this. I could let her get away with it by just not asking for a blowjob this week. I could also trade it for something else. That was within the established rules. As long as we both agreed, we could swap afterwards…
On the other hand…
“The thing is, I’ve never had a blowjob before,” I explained.
Faith closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh. She’d mastered the art of the teenage sigh early, beating my own easily. It’s a work of art that takes nearly fifteen seconds and uses most of her body.
“Fine. I suppose you want one now?”
“Yes please!” I unzipped my pants, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down with my underwear. My cock sprang up immediately, and Faith’s eyes widened comically.
“Oh jeez!”
“First time seeing one?” I asked.
Faith was still just staring at it. “In real life? Of course. I mean, I’ve seen a few online, you can’t avoid those ads on some sites.”
“Fair enough. You don’t watch porn?”
She ignored me and got down on her knees in front of the chair, then slowly reached out to touch it. Her fingers brushed against it, and my cock jerked in excitement. Faith’s hand shot back as if it was burnt.
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m pretty excited.”
“I didn’t know they could move,” she said, sounding curious.
“Er, well… not much. And not on command. Well, a tiny bit, if I try really hard. Here.”
I flexed the muscles around the base of my cock, and the head moved up and down maybe a quarter inch.
“Huh.” Faith reached out again, and this time wrapped her hand around my shaft. “It’s hot.”
“Funny, your hand feels hot too. You can play with my balls, but be gentle with them. Oh, and I don’t mind you exploring, but you do have to suck me off eventually.”
That seemed to snap Faith out of whatever haze she was in. “Right. The bet.” She explored my cock for another ten seconds or so, before leaning forward with her mouth open, looking slightly unsure of how to do it.
“It’s not complicated. Just stick it in, and don’t scrape it on your teeth.”
She rolled her eyes, and stuck her tongue against the head of my cock before pulling away. “Gross. You did wash this morning, right?”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Of course. Sooner started, sooner finished.”
Faith closed her eyes and took a deep breath before leaning back in. Soon I had half of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue didn’t move much, if at all, and she slid her head back, then forward again. Every few seconds she pulled off to take a breath and glare at me. Her technique was horrible.
It didn’t matter in the least, it felt amazing. Watching her cute face and red hair bob up and down on my cock, feeling her warm wet mouth around it… bliss.
After a minute or two of that, she started applying a bit of suction, her cheeks caving in, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I ran my hand through her hair, careful not to pull her down or frighten her. “You’re doing great, Faith. This feels so good.”
“Hmmph.”
I have no idea what she tried to say, though it probably wasn’t complimentary, but that vibration set me off. I moaned, the only warning she’d receive, then started shooting ropes of cum. The first filled her mouth, and she quickly pulled back, startled. The next two landed on her face before she got over the shock and moved out of the way. The last shot flew past her and splattered on the floor.
“Ewww! Mark, you didn’t have to shoot on my face!”
“Well what did you expect to happen? I can’t stop it once it starts,” I explained. “If you don’t want it all over you, you should keep it in your mouth.”
Faith blinked, and her face scrunched up. “Ugh, I can taste it. It’s coating my whole mouth! I’ve got to go wash up.”
She ran off towards the bathroom, and I let out a content sigh. That was fucking awesome, and I had a week more of these to look forward to. I went to the kitchen, and wiped my cock clean with a paper towel before tucking myself back in and cleaning up the floor by the computer. I didn’t want to have to explain that to Mom or Dad.
Faith and I acted no differently at dinner, and after our parents went to the basement to watch whatever Netflix or Hulu series they were on at the time, I called out to Faith.
“Hey.” Once she looked over to me, I pointed to my crotch, and upstairs, where our bedrooms were. Faith rolled her eyes, but followed me to my bed.
I’d prepared ahead of time and arranged a towel on the floor for her knees, then sat on my bed and pulled down my pants.
“Could you please let me know when you’re going to cum?” Faith asked.
I shrugged. “Sure.”
Faith dropped to the floor and grabbed my cock like she’d done it a dozen times, not once, and with almost no hesitation, popped it in her mouth. I’d thought it was good the first time, but now it seemed she’d dispensed with the overdramatization of it all. She didn’t pop off my dick every stroke to suck in a breath, didn’t cringe every time our eyes met… Maybe she realized it was way too much work to keep up all week, I don’t know.
Whatever reason she had for the attitude adjustment, I was all for it. It led to a much better blowjob, and within a minute I had to start using all the tricks I’d learned to hold back my nut while masturbating. Her lips felt amazing, and without all the unnecessary big breaths, she was picking up speed. She didn’t look quite like some of the blowjob videos I’d seen online, but if she kept improving this quickly, she might by the end of the week!
“Slow down a bit and move your tongue,” I suggested.
Faith paused, her nose three quarters of the way down my dick as she looked up at me. She blinked, then her tongue started wrapping around me as she pulled back slowly.
“Fuck, that’s amazing, Faith.”
She let out a small snort. I guess I probably had a stupid look on my face, but who could blame me? Faith kept up the new pace, teasing me with her tongue while I moved slowly back and forth in and out of her mouth.
I slid a hand over her head and through her red hair. A part of me wanted to grab her with both hands and shove my dick as far down her throat as I could make it go. Another part of me wanted to kiss and protect and worship this glorious creature who was making me feel so good.
I settled on running my fingers through her hair several times, before they trailed down the side of Faith’s face. Her eyes shot up to me, but she didn’t stop. I ran my hand down her face again, this time sliding it down her neck and under her shirt to rest on her back.
Faith’s pace stumbled, and she rolled her shoulders, like you might if you had an itch, or goosebumps. My hand ran back up her neck and stopped on her cheek. She actually shivered.
“Ugh. Going to cum,” I said, looking down into her eyes.
Quick as a flash, my cock hit the cool air before being gripped by a fist. My sister started beating me off with fast strokes. “Wha-?” I asked, then started shooting. Faith held up the towel and watched with an amused grin as my cum splashed against the fabric.
My disappointment not to finish in Faith’s mouth slightly undercut an otherwise fantastic orgasm. “Awww. C’mon, I thought I said you should let me finish inside. It’s good for you, anyway. Full of vitamins and minerals.”
She let out a single sharp laugh. “I’ve seen your diet, dude. You don’t have any to spare, except maybe calcium from all the melted cheese.”
“No, seriously, it was on Reddit. Jizz has like, feel good chemicals in it. I’ll send you a link.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Nah, I’m fine, thanks. What was with… you petting me?”
There was something about the way she said that made her seem… intrigued? Even aroused?
Or maybe my imagination was playing with my mind. “You just looked really cute. You did much better than last time.”
Faith was wiping her hands and face on the clean half of the towel now, and looked up to me. “Really?”
“Yeah. Look, I know you’re just doing this because of the bet, but thanks. This really is great, I appreciate it.”
Faith looked at me oddly. “That’s… good for you.”
I felt awkward, but leant forward and kissed her on the forehead.
She laughed. “Don’t make it weird, Mark!” She threw the towel at me and left my room.
I slept well, the thought of a week more of this keeping my mood high. And if I played my cards right, maybe Faith would let me use sex favors in bets again.
I woke up the next morning at almost nine. It was Sunday, and my parents had gone off for brunch, if I knew them. Unfortunately, Faith wasn’t home either. I called her up on my cell.
“What’s up, Mark?”
“Where are you?” I asked.
“At Sally’s. We’re listening to music and watching some Tiktoks. Why?”
“Well, because as fun as that sounds, I’ve got to get to work soon, and I’ve got this boner that needs to be taken care of first. So could you get back here?”
“What? Now?”
“The bet was up to three a day, I couldn’t mess with you at practice or anything important. You’re off the hook until I get back from work.”
“Ugh! Fine. I can probably be back in ten minutes. See you.”
The call finished, and I took off my pants and went to her room.
Maybe eight minutes later, Faith walked in. “Oh good, you’re ready. Let’s make this quick.”
“Sure,” I agreed. “If I’m working, you could wake me up with a blowey. Then you could go do whatever until I get back.”
Faith seemed to consider that, and shrugged. “I’ll keep it in mind.” She dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock, sliding it into her mouth right away again. I loved the casual energy of it. Her third ever blowjob, and it was already no big thing to suck her brother off.
Casual was probably the wrong word to use- Faith seemed in a hurry to get back to her friends. Which made the whole process more enthusiastic. I didn’t have to remind her to use her tongue, and any of my cock that wasn’t in her mouth was getting stroked off by her hand. She even played with my balls some.
I wasn’t going to last long, but I really did have to get ready for work, so I didn’t mind. The experience did last a bit longer when she got a text, and stopped bobbing her head long enough to tap out a reply. I’m sure it was something inane, but I like pretending she sent something like ‘cant talk now. Sucking cock.’
I let her finish that before wrapping a hand through her hair again. I liked it, and I still thought there was a chance Faith had too. “I’m almost there. Stay still.”
The last few seconds I supported her head and fucked her mouth. Gently, but I was the one moving. I got farther than I ever had before, and started coming as my balls hit her chin, the head of my cock pretty far in the back of her mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Faith!” I fired off several times, holding myself in place. I stopped shooting, and I felt Faith swallow just before I pulled back. She took a deep breath, but seemed fine, and looked up at me.
“Wow, that was great, kiddo. You even swallowed.”
“We’re both in a hurry,” she answered.
I pulled her up to her feet and shrugged. “Still, I like it. Hey. How about this? You drink the rest of my loads, and I’ll chauffeur you and your friends around like you wanted for one whole day.”
Faith looked at me, surprised. “Seriously? We don’t even have to pay for gas?”
“Yeah. One day. Nothing ridiculous, but I’ll take you all to the mall and a few other places.”
“Jesus, dude, you must really like getting your dick sucked,” Faith joked.
I shrugged. “Yup. We’ve discovered the ultimate motivational trick. You want me to do anything, offer me a blowjob and it’ll get done.”
Faith shook her head and laughed. “Get ready for work. I’ve got to gargle some mouthwash.”
“Don’t want your friends smelling your jizz breath?”
“Exactly. It better get the taste out too,” she said, slipping out the door.
My Sunday shift was noon to eight, so my dinner was on a plate ready for me to heat up when I got back. Faith came through to fill a glass of water. “How was work?”
“Same old. It’s fine, just a bit dull. The most exciting thing that happened was Fred’s till got put in diagnostic mode somehow, and the shift manager had to reboot it. Backed us up for half an hour since it took a lane out for ten minutes.”
Faith raised her eyebrows. “Wow. So intense. How do you deal with so much stress?” My sister can do dry wit pretty well at times.
I smiled. “Lately? By asking my sister to visit me in my room.”
Faith rolled her eyes, but I could see she hid a grin. “You’re such an unabashed perv. Do you really want me to…?”
“Yeah, give me fifteen minutes to eat this, and we’ll meet in my room.”
“Fine,” Faith sighed. It was one of her less dramatic ones, and only lasted about three seconds before she left the room, it trailing off behind her.
Twenty minutes later, I was naked from the waist down and laying on my bed. Faith was on the bed too, between my legs. The lights were off, and the door was open just a crack so we could hear if either of our parents were coming up the stairs. I had told Faith this was going to be a long one, and she had grumbled a bit, but ultimately accepted it.
She was sucking me off nice and slow, and I was petting her again. I was getting into it, and I think Faith must have liked it at least a little, because it felt like she was pressing her face and head into my hand as it caressed her skin.
“Hey, do you masturbate?” I asked.
Faith gave me a look, and pulled off my cock, her hand taking over. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
I shrugged. “You’re right. I just thought it’s a shame I’m getting off every day, and you aren’t. If you want, you could swing around, and I’d help you out.”
Faith looked skeptical. “What do you mean?”
I gesticulated. “If you swing that cute ass over here, I could rub you between the legs until you get off. Or anything else you’d prefer.”
Faith shook her head. “No thanks. The bet was for blowjobs. I’m not desperate enough that I need my brother to get off.” Her tone was playful, and I shrugged, trying to play it off cool.
“Okay, but the offer's open. Doesn’t have to be while you’re sucking me either.”
“Do you even know how to get me off?” Faith asked.
“I have… some experience. I mean, every girl is different, so you’ll need to show me what you like…” I tried.
“Uh huh. Maybe I’ll come over some night just to see how bad you are at it.”
“Laugh it up. If you aren’t interested, get that cock back in your mouth.”
Faith snorted. “Right away, master.”
She said it sarcastically, but it sounded nice to my ears anyway.
We made it last, but I finally pumped another fresh load of ball juice out, and Faith took some of it in her mouth, but let most of it slide down her throat. She said it didn’t taste as bad if it missed her tongue on the way down. I couldn’t complain, as it felt great releasing in the back of her mouth.
I woke up the next morning to the feeling of my balls getting sucked on.
“Mmwah?” I asked. The mouth disappeared from my scrotum for a moment.
“Morning.”
My morning wood disappeared into my sister’s mouth and I let out a soft groan.
“I have closing shift today, but don’t let that stop you,” I said happily.
She might have tried to say something, but with my cock in her mouth, it came out like the teachers in Charlie Brown. Unintelligible, but absolutely amazing to my cock.
“Shit, Faith, do that some more.”
“Hmmm?”
“Yeah, just keep talking like that.”
“Mhhmhh hmm… Mhh mhh m mhhh mhh.”
“That’s so good. You’re getting good at this. I don’t think I’m going to last long,” I said, my hands sliding down and stroking her head.
Faith looked up at me and face planted into my body, her nose mashed against my skin, as she let out a long moan that seemed to reverberate and echo down my dick to my balls and then up to my brain. At the same time, my cock head must have been punching her uvula like a prize fighter. I mean, I don’t actually know where it went, but I hadn’t ever felt that part of my sister’s mouth before.
I lost it, and started pulsing. Things became even more surreal as I realized I could feel Faith’s mouth swallow my jizz. I wasn’t in her throat, but I could feel… I dunno. In my orgasm-high, I briefly wanted to take anatomy as an elective so I could figure out what I was feeling, but thankfully I sobered up long before I could set myself up for a failing grade.
Faith pulled off, as I stared at the ceiling. “I must be getting good. I guess it’s worth learning if it means I get done faster.”
“I…” I started, then frowned. “I guess I can’t be angry about that. Where do you and your friends want to go? I don’t have a shift tomorrow.”
“You were serious about that?” Faith asked.
I acted hurt. “Do I lie to you that much?”
Faith hesitated. “Well, no, not like that, anyway. Although you did lie about that Reddit article.”
I blinked. “I swear I didn’t! I’ll find the link.”
“You didn’t read it very well then. Jizz has feel-good hormones, but it won’t work in the stomach, all the acid tears it apart. It only does any good in a pussy.”
I waited, not quite sure what to say to that. I was kind of surprised she researched it. “Oh. Yeah, you got me, I only read the first paragraph.”
She snorted and grinned. “Thought so. But you’re really going to drive us around?”
“Sure am. Although you’ll need to find a time to get away briefly. I think I’ll want a blowjob in my car.”
“Parked.” My sister said resolutely.
“Of course, I’m not crazy.”
“Fine, I’d be doing it at home, anyway. As long as no one sees us.”
I sat up and cupped my sister’s face. She looked at me slightly nervously, and I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “You want me to return the favor?” I asked.
She shook her head. I checked the clock. “I’m going to get a shower, then make breakfast. Do you want eggs and bacon, or bacon and eggs?”
Faith looked at me oddly. I don’t want to seem like I used to be a jerk to her, but I admit, I wasn’t usually this nice. We were just, you know, siblings.
“Eggs and bacon, I guess. Sunny side up?”
“Sure. Can’t promise you whether the sun will be solid or runny though.”
“Yuck. Make it scrambled if you can’t get the yolk right.”
“Sure thing.” I left for the bathroom, naked from the waist down, amused at how surreal things had become.
That was the first day I managed all three of my allotted blowjobs. I got one right before I had to leave for work, and another before bed. Faith swallowed both loads like a champ, and that evening she let me gently fuck her mouth again. She said it was less work for her. She still wouldn’t let me get her off.
The next day didn’t start with a blowjob sadly. Faith had told her friends I’d lost a bet, and they’d spent a fair part of yesterday planning out how they’d use my car. Once I made sure our parents were at work, I poked my head into Faith’s room to find her on the phone.
“Yeah, it’s going to be tons of fun, isn’t it Mark?” She said the last part loudly, and held the phone towards me.
“So much fun, I can’t wait,” I said dryly, getting close to the phone. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind too much, but I had a reputation to keep, and she was pretending I was doing this because of a bet. Both her and my friends were all familiar with our families’ betting system.
I heard a giggle from the other end. “Hey Mark! Such a shame you lost another bet. But you get to take a bunch of cute girls around town, so it can’t be too bad, right?”
I was pretty sure I recognized that voice. I mouthed “Jenn?” to Faith, who nodded.
“Hey Jenn. I’m sure seeing you and Tracy will keep my spirit up long enough to get us there and back again.”
“If you’re lucky, we might show you some of the clothes we buy.”
“Promises promises…” I replied. Faith pulled the phone back to continue the conversation.
Jenn and Tracy were two of Faith’s best friends. I was pretty sure Jenn had a crush on me, and in another year or two, I’d probably do something about that if she still wanted me to. It seemed wrong to do anything with a fourteen year old. I know that seems ridiculous considering what I was doing with my sister, but that was the bet. Totally different.
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grim /
hi /
me /
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wp /
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fag /
fur /
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