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I Bet…

by Gasman

mc; mf; ff; fdom; inc

Beware, this story contains pretty darn graphic depictions of sexual acts of both the hetero and lesbian varieties as well as some wacky fetish and mind control-y stuff. If you’re offended by this, what are you doing reading the site where this is posted? But if that’s the case, this is your last chance to turn back, if not, and you want to comment, please e-mail me at [email protected]. You are welcome to archive this for use offline, or to repost it elsewhere, so long as you credit me, and leave this guff and the story itself unaltered. Thank you.

“OK, remind me why we’re staying at your parents’ house?” I asked, knowing the answer full well, but wanting to remind Kim that this was anything but my idea.

She sighed, the kind which told me she was only going to let me whine once more before never seeing her naked again became a real possibility. “I told you twice already, they’re going on a second honeymoon this weekend to celebrate their twenty-first anniversary!” She glared at me, although I knew from her expression when they’d called that she wasn’t over the moon either.

“And your sister can’t watch the house because...?” I asked, braving the deceptive minefield of a 20 year-old, petite brunette’s temper.

This sigh was not directed at me, thankfully. “Because she’s 16, and the house would probably burn down if she was left alone for more than an hour.” She shook her head, probably half at her parents’ over-protectiveness, and half at the thought of spending 4 days with her baby sister, who she told me she barely spoke to even when they’d lived in the same house. Yep, this weekend was going to be a laugh a minute

“Laura! You in?” yelled Kim, in the time honoured manner of maternal figures everywhere. She picked up a discarded sneaker with one finger and wrinkled her nose before putting it with its partner in the shoe-rack and shaking her head at me. “Still the total neat-freak is my little sis,” she said, the sarcasm so thick I think I bumped my head on it.

“Yeah,” I laughed, thinking about Kim’s description of living with her sister as I sat on the couch. I started feeling around for the remote once I realised that it wasn’t visible in any of the obvious places, like the coffee table. “Yeeeee!” I yelled.

Then pretty much leapt up as I realised that I’d grabbed a pair of white panties with a pattern of pink roses from behind the throw pillow. I recovered from my semi-heart attack and headed to the utility room next to the kitchen to toss them in the hamper.“You’re right; she’s a regular Howard Hughes!” I called through to Kim.

A knock at the front door interrupted our laughter at our own lame joke. I turned around in the doorway and headed to the entrance hall, to see who it was. By the time I got there, Kim had already answered the door and was saying hi to her friend Erin, and my buddy, Paul.

“Mwah, mwah!” The girls could barely maintain straight faces as they did that stupid air-kiss thing; the same one they loved to make fun of whenever some vapid sorority chick they’d spoken to once tried to do like they were suddenly best pals. I rolled my eyes, it had been funny once, but every time? If I wasn’t in love with that little dark-haired dork, I’d give her so much crap for that routine.

“’sup, Mark?” asked Paul, as we went into our lameass welcome ritual, otherwise known as “The Guy Hug”. You know where two guys shake hands then yank each other in and pat the other guy’s shoulder while maintaining the handshake? It’s only mildly less dumb than the air-kiss thing, and we know it, which is why all 4 of us start giggling like 5 year olds when we finish.

“We’re here to save you from a boring Friday night, my friends”, announced Paul, brandishing the backpack he’d brought. “I come bearing romcoms and 80’s action movies, heavy on homoeroticism and explosions!” The last part of this drew a yawing chuckle from the top of the stairs.

“Ah, Rambo and Sleepless In Seattle, the bread and butter of date-night at home,”said Laura, her hair cut into a short, severe style since I’d seen her at Christmas. She looked like Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction’s little red-headed step-sister.

“Sorry, did we wake you?” asked Erin, polite as always. She was always a little uncomfortable in any group where she stood out, and as the only Asian in the room, with a teenage girl she’d never met, she looked like she felt a bit conspicuous, given how she had hunched her shoulders and hadn’t taken off her coat yet. That always ticked me off, considering how awesome a person she was once you got to know her.

“Well, kinda, but I guess I shouldn’t be sleeping at this time anyway, huh?” replied Laura, tugging the faded and oversized T-shirt she was wearing down from where it had caught on the rail.

“True.” Erin smiled and hung her coat up, paused and turned round, holding a box of tissues which must have been by the coatstand. “Are these supposed to be here?” she asked, still looking a little uncomfortable taking the initiative.

“Oh, those are mine, I’ll be right back!” answered Laura, taking the box from her and rushing back upstairs. More mess, and her parents had been gone for what, 6 hours? This girl was a walking hurricane. My heart sank as I anticipated clean-up duty for the next 3 days, while I followed Paul and the girls into the living room to watch the DVDs Paul had brought. I might as well try and have fun tonight.

“Did you bring The Wedding Singer?” I asked, as Paul examined the Miller’s DVD player, trying to figure out how it worked. More accurately I asked the bad bleach job that was waving his denim covered ass at us from in front of the TV.

“Think so… OK, what the hell is THIS doing here?” he dragged a baby blue beanbag from behind the entertainment unit. This was getting ridiculous. Shoes in the hall, I get. Tissues by the coatrack, maybe if you’re not paying attention. But beanbags behind cabinets? Panties on the couch? I don’t know anyone THAT slobby. Or at least I didn’t think I did until today.

“Oh, I must’ve stuffed that there to keep it outta the way,” said Laura, plonking herself down on the couch next to me, sandwiching myself between the two sisters. Now, in theory that would be great; in practice, I swear the temperature in that space I occupied dropped 5 degrees.

Paul finally figured out the set-up and we all settled in to watch Adam Sandler win Drew Barrymore in bad 80’s fashions. Right around the “leading couple meet in cute-yet-unlikely manner” part, Laura got up and offered something to drink. I was pretty parched, and everyone else seemed to agree, so Laura asked Erin to help her carry the glasses back. About five minutes later, the two of them came back, with five glasses between them.“Sorry, everyone! Mom and Dad locked the liquor cabinet and took the key. It’s only cola and lemonade. That’s OK, right?” asked Laura as she set her three glasses down, in front of her seat, Paul and Erin, who’d given me and Kim ours as we were closest to the kitchen.

“Of course it is,” said Paul, as Erin nodded in agreement, while Laura smiled at them, leaning over the coffee table to set the glasses. Paul sneaked a quick look down Laura’s shirt, which I understood; she may be 16, but she wasn’t exactly a late bloomer. I must have been more dehydrated than I thought though, because it looked like Erin did the same, and she even sighed when Laura sat back down, like she was disappointed! I drained my glass quickly, hoping that my eyes would stop messing with me.

We were about halfway through the cliched “getting to know you” sequence in the movie when Laura got up again and asked Paul to help her get the potato chips and cookies from the kitchen. She leaned forward again so she wouldn’t talk over the movie and this time, I was sure of what I saw. Paul was looking her right in the eyes, but Erin’s eyes were transfixed on my girlfriend’s little sister’s breasts! She and Paul got up and left, while Erin sat there with a goofy smile on her face, like a 12 year old boy who’s managed to cop a feel of the babysitter when he hugged her.

“Sorry again, guys! I was sure we had Oreos, but looks like all we got are chips.”Laura was tearing open a bag while apologising and Paul laid out a couple of bowls to put the snacks in. “Got it!” she finally managed to get the bag open and proceeded to pour the chips into the bowls, leaning over to get the one by Kim as Paul sat down with a thump, and smiled that same dumb way Erin had before. What now? I followed his eyeline to Laura’s butt, sticking out from underneath the T-shirt she’d worn to bed, and barely covered by the pink panties she’d put on underneath. Wonderful. First, Kim’s best friend can’t stop staring at this girl’s tits, and now my friend can’t tear his eyes away from her ass. I thought they’d come to watch movies, not a high-school girl.

Eventually, she finished laying out the food, and sat back down, drawing a disappointed pout from Paul. What the hell was wrong with him? I know Laura’s hot for a girl her age, but couldn’t he show a bit of restraint, especially in front of Erin and Kim? Not that Kim had noticed, and Erin didn’t seem too bothered. I tried to focus on the movie before this whole thing caused my brain to melt from sheer weird overload.

We’d got to the big “she’s gonna marry the jerky one” part when Laura leaned over me, drawing another leer from Paul, and asked Kim to help her put the empty glasses away. At least she was trying to be neater now people were here. Kim seemed to appreciate the effort too, as she got up and helped take them to the kitchen.

“Sorry ‘bout the interruptions! I’ll try and make the bowls the last one when they’re empty.” I’d gotten used to Laura saying sorry for something and sitting back down, so I was only mildly paying attention when they did, and Laura put her feet up on the coffee table. The light thunk from her setting them down drew my notice, and I turned to see her wiggle her obviously pedicured toes (when you hang out with enough girls, you get to know the difference). Whatever. She’d been up and around all night, if she wanted to put her feet up, so be it.

“Mmm.” That familiar little moan drew me back to Kim, who was also smiling like a horny teenager who’s gotten to 2nd base. This was starting to freak me out. I followed her gaze, and found her staring at her sister’s feet, propped up on the table! OK, that was the last straw, I decided; time to find out what the hell is happening.

“Laura? Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?” I asked, tying not to let on how close to panic I was at all the odd goings-on.

“OK,” she replied, nonchalantly as she got up and walked ahead of me.

I closed the door once we got to the kitchen and asked her right out.

“What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is the three other people in this house can’t stop ogling you!”

“Oh that. They’ve just realised that they have some little crushes.”

Right… The whole house goes into full horny teen mode and she had no problem with it? She had to know more than she was telling.

“Crushes? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Simple, Erin and I talked and she realised that she had a huge crush on my tits, Paul figured out he was crushing on my butt, and Kimmy was able to admit that she was practically in love with her baby sister’s cute little feet…”

“Yeah, like that could happen…” I wasn’t sure, frankly, but I needed to stop her noticing me trying to sneak to the back door.

“Aw, you don’t believe me? That’s OK, just look me in the eye, and see if you really think I’m lying?”

Backing slowly to the door, I fixed her with a good stare, making direct eye contact for the first time in the discussion.

“See! Now I bet you want to stop trying to sneak out, right?”

I stopped dead in my tracks. Why had I been trying to leave? I didn’t have anywhere to go.

“And I bet you believe me now about the others.”

Of course I did. It was obvious, the dumb smiles, the stares, classic signs of crushes. So what if it was only on part of her? That was still a crush, right?“And I bet you have a huge crush of your own…”

I knew something was very wrong, but I wasn’t interested in leaving, so I stood there listening.

“…on my pretty little pussy! I bet you’d do anything I asked just to sniff my panties, wouldn’t you?”

Oh, god, would I? Was she crazy? Of course I would! My eyes drifted down, hoping that that T-shirt would rise up a smidge and let me see that little piece of paradise covered in those sexy pink panties. Maybe if I tidied up after her this weekend she’d let me have those panties?

“In fact, I bet the thought of licking my beautiful slit gets you hard, right?”

She wasn’t wrong. As soon as she said that, my dick sprang to attention, it was all I could do not to stroke myself off right there in the kitchen, imagining Laura’s amazing pussy on my face, her delicious juices on my lips and tongue as she came.

“Well? Do you?”

Her voice drew me out of my reverie this time.

“Huh?”

“Do you have a crush on my pussy?” she asked, drawing her shirt up just enough to tease me with those gorgeous panties.

“Yes! Oh, god, I’ll do anything you want, Laura, just let me smell it, or touch or taste, pleeeeaaase!”

“Good boy” she smiled, “now close your eyes and I’ll give you a nice surprise”

My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth at that and I slowly shut them, just able to see her hopping up to sit on the countertop before I was left with nothing to do but wait until she told me to look. I strained my ears to try and hear anything that might let me know what she was doing. I could hear her moving around and the swish of cloth on marble, but nothing specific enough to venture a guess. Then I heard her footsteps on the hardwood floor.

“Can I look yet, Laura?” I said, trying to keep an even tone. I didn’t want her to get upset because I’d been impatient, if she did, then she might never let me get close to that perfect pussy. It wasn’t easy, especially given how hot she’d gotten me with that talk and the little glimpses of my… well, I suppose “crush” was as good a term as any, considering how much I wanted any contact with her beautiful twat; my cock was straining at my jeans. I didn’t dare imagine actually using it for what I knew I wanted to do if Laura would let me, I was afraid I’d cum right there without even a touch.

“Just one second,” came Laura’s reply, now from almost right behind me “, don’t look just yet, but just take a deep breath, OK, Marky?” Her tone might have been intended as mocking or flirtatious, but as I inhaled, any thought I might have given to that difference evaporated. That scent! It couldn’t be… could it? My hand started to rub my erect prick, almost without me trying. I started panting and breathing even more deeply of that heavenly aroma.

“OK, you can look now!” she told me gleefully, and I slowly opened my eyes, hoping that my fantasy of what I’d been inhaling wasn’t just a daydream. And as my eyes found focus, I saw Laura’s hand right in front of my face, clutching those magnificent pink panties! “Go ahead, take them!” she urged, her voice now coming from right by my left ear. I reached up with my free hand, trying not to tremble too much, and took the offering from her. I was careful to savor the moment as I buried my nose in the damp material, finally giving up on restraining myself from stroking my cock, and releasing it from my shorts and jeans.

“Oh my, you ARE excited, aren’t you? What would Kim say about her boyfriend standing in her parents’ kitchen, jerking off to the smell of her little sister’s panties?”she must have been smirking as she said this, but while a vague dread welled up in my gut, I couldn’t bring myself to stop breathing the scent of her cunt, or keep myself from cumming right there in the kitchen. I was at the tail-end of unloading when I was able to look up, and that dread solidified.

“MARK! What are you DOING?!” fumed Kim, who was standing right next to where Laura had perched herself on the counter to, apparently, watch me destroy my relationship with her sister.

“It looks like he’s jerking off all over the kitchen floor while burying his nose in my just-worn panties, sis!” The smile on Laura’s face was one of pure mischief; and the wink she gave me when she turned to look at me didn’t help matters.

“I can see that! And how long have you been dying to sniff my sister’s panties, you pervert?!” She’d never been so mad she’d actually yelled like this before, but thankfully she turned to her sister with a puzzled look on her face before she actually killed me. “Why does he even HAVE your panties?” she asked.

“I gave them to him; I only put them on because I knew company was coming. I hate wearing panties. I bet you can’t stand it either, eh, Kimberly?” As she said this, she was practically staring THROUGH Kim, and was sliding her foot up the inside of Kim’s leg.

“That’s not the point… stop that, Laura!” The cry to stop was probably related to the fact that Laura’s foot had disappeared under Kim’s knee-high skirt, and had started moving around under there, from what I could see.

“What’s not the point? You can’t be comfortable in those, they’re all wet! God, they must’ve gotten even more soaked as we’ve been talking!” Laura was beaming now, a grin which was as close to the definition of seduction as I’ve ever seen.

“OK… oh, god… maybe I don’t… mmm… like wearing panties… Laura, no!” Kim was basically whispering now, with little gasps and moans that I was more than familiar with punctuating what she was trying to say to her sister, as Laura was almost certainly stroking and teasing her pussy with her toes. I remembered what Laura had told me about her sister’s crush, and I understood what Kim must be going through. Having those feet that she wanted so badly teasing her clit like that must be like having those panties dangled in front of my face.

“No? You don’t like what I’m doing?” Laura was barely trying to fool anyone by now, but she also seemed to stop her foot moving under my girlfriend’s skirt.

I realised that me standing watching this was strange, but I honestly couldn’t think of anything else to do. Leaving wasn’t an option, and stopping Laura wouldn’t change how Kim felt about her sister’s feet, so this little bit of voyeurism was the only option that made sense. Now the fact that I was watching a beautiful redhead seducing a stunning brunette may have influenced my decision somewhat, but nobody’s perfect right?

“No! You’re my sister, and you’re not supposed to… oooh… do things like…” Laura had switched to stroke up and down the inside of Kim’s thighs now, and on the “up”stroke, Kim’s protest petered out into a gentle moan of pleasure, the kind she usually made just before things really got going when she was with me.

“No, but I bet that makes you even hotter and wetter, right, Kimmy?” Laura’s voice was now softer, with a little hint of heavy breathing on her side too. She drew her foot up between Kim’s extremely sexy legs as far as it would go, making her sister shiver with pleasure, and then pulled it out, slowly, making the contact last as long as possible. Kim’s nipples were clearly visible through the blouse she’d worn, partly due to her excitement, and partly because I’d talked her into leaving her bra at home. (When you’re spending the weekend house-sitting, you have to try and keep things interesting, right?) Each deep, shuddering breath pressed them against the sweat-soaked material, making the lovely pink nubs seen, but as though through a fogged-up window. She moved forward a step as Laura’s toes must have finally stopped touching her pussy, whimpering with need.

“See, big sis? I bet you don’t feel so mad now. My pussy makes your yummy boyfriend here just as hot and bothered as my lovely foot makes you. Isn’t that right, Mark?” I nodded, as my gaze drifted from Laura’s deceptively innocent face back down towards my personal nirvana. Laura wasn’t much more composed than her sister, her T-shirt clinging to those wonderfully developed tits, her nipples not quite as obvious as Kim’s, but still noticeable under the damp cotton, her chest rising and falling almost as deeply as her now almost unbearably horny sister.

Her sister, who was squirming where she stood, shifting from one foot to the other, even as her eyes never left Laura’s perfectly maintained feet. “What’s wrong, Kimmy? Besides, y’know, the obvious, because I’m with you on that… mmm” Her eyes fluttered shut briefly, as she caressed one of those delectable breasts.

“I… I need to take my… panties… off,” whispered Kim, her voice low, but I could hear the embarrassment, and the lust in it.

“So why don’t you? I’m sure everyone here’s seen without them on at least once!”The giggle with which Laura said that made her seem like she was suggesting something incredibly naughty yet impossibly exciting. Which wasn’t totally wrong, I supposed.

Kim was still staring with desire at Laura’s toes when she replied. “But… they’re wet!” There was more embarrassment this time.

“Oh. And why are they so drenched, Kim?” asked Laura, trying to look as curious as she could, when we all knew the answer.

“Be… because…” Kim trailed off now, because Laura had raised her foot and has grazed Kim’s lips with one impeccably lovely toe, drawing another shiver and gasp from her. “Because your feet are the hottest, sexiest things I’ve ever seen, OK? My pussy’s never been this wet, not for Mark, not for anything!” As she said this, she pulled them down and stepped out; kicking the now practically transparent briefs towards the counter Laura was seated on.

“Why, Kim, you weren’t kidding, they’re almost soaked through!” exclaimed Laura, with a delighted pant. “Now, would you like to kiss and suck your little sister’s wonderful little toes, hmm?”

“Oh, god, yessss!” cried Kim, as she practically threw herself down to work, kissing and sniffing the sole, licking and sucking her sister’s dainty, polished toes, all to appreciative gasps and moans. Kim was moaning too, as she had taken to having one hand to steady herself or the foot, and had one under her skirt, stroking away. Every minute or so, she'd make a slight thrusting motion and a cry of “Laura!” or “God!”would emerge before she went back to her tasks.

Laura seemed to be enjoying herself, but then she looked in my direction, and pulled the T-shirt up to let me see that spectacular pussy. If I hadn’t spent myself earlier, I’d have let loose now, the lips were perfect, just pink enough to let me know that she was aroused, and I could see her swollen clit and the wetness within her. She didn’t need to say anything; I dropped to my knees and almost crawled over. My face was soon covered in that sweet juice, my nose inhaling that fantastic scent, my lips wrapped around that perfect little nubbin and my tongue savoring every stroke, every circuit of her wonderful folds. I’m an atheist, but if heaven exists, then mine would be between the legs of this girl, I realised as she began to thrust up into me, covering my face in that nectar that I’d been lapping at. I think I came again too, but the sheer delight of tasting, feeling, smelling that pussy made it hard to focus on anything else. I don’t even know how much time passed before I heard Laura speak again.

“Now, that was fun, I wonder what Paul and Erin want to do tomorrow…”
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