Having lost a world class bet with her twin brother Lance, eighteen-year-old Britney Foxx sat troubled by her supposed error. On her bed outstretched with his pants to his ankles lay Lance stroking himself. If there was truly an error in her judgment it was coping with him. His friends were a different story. Although not technically her type they were fun to toy with. That bet if followed through with tied her to all three of them as their obedient slave no matter what they had her do. She was looking for something to distill her boredom at home, since moving back from Vermont her inner struggles distanced herself from the boys in school. Adjusting should be easy for the hot chick but her ideas were all rather out there. She had sex on her mind 24/7 but letting the guys in school in was a little slower than predicted. Sure, they all wanted her but playing hard to get was just as much of a thrill. Hardly shy of having sex it was more of a game to her. One she really didn't share with anyone. Least of all her brother. This particular game had blown up in her face.
As uncomfortable as the situation was Britney did find her brother's dick interesting. It's size and girth were formidable. Something she chose when dating guys. Her sex life had been active since she was sixteen. She loved sex. But that was with boys of her own choice. Trenton Styles and Evan Daniels were nothing special, lanky, rather nerdy but in a masculine way. The more she allowed them to do to her earlier the more her mischievous side entered the fray. Certainly not heartless she discovered that the boys needed her to guide them into being men. Both boys' virgins, all three including her brother, she knew they would likely remain that way for another five years or more without building their confidence. Playing the lovely loser allowed her to work her magic and still have a fun time doing it. Being their slave, she would put her foot down on mowing yards. If it didn't have anything to do with sex or teasing, then she would resist. She knew in their cases it would all revolve around her being naked and letting them do whatever they wanted to her. Fun for now, time would tell how far she would be willing to go.
She hadn't dated anyone serious in five months. Her hormones had been used against her today. Even if it had gone too far she definitely found the boys fun in her time of need. Dealing with Evan and Styles was a welcoming challenge. Brother Lance? SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
"Jerk me off. My hand is getting tired."
"God, Lance." She covered her nudity with a pillow but extended a hesitant hand and gripped his girth. Although the warm throbbing was enticing, she struggled over her twin even wanting her to do the dirty deed. "This is soooooo wrong."
"Could be worse." He watched her stroking his beast slowly, "I could expect sex. You did agree to anything goes. Bet is a bet Bitch!"
"You're not that cruel. You love me."
"True dat! But I still want things. Come on Brit, I've watched you masturbate, and you never once pushed me out. You liked having a voyeur, brother or not. Even when you dated guys up in Vermont you let them watch even if you didn't always put out."
She marveled over his erection with a dreaded frown. "So, you watched me masturbate! Whatever! That's totally different. We've watched each other a few times over the years. Not once did either of us ask for the other's help. Yes, I lost that bet fair and square. I did swear to follow through and I will for your friends. I pity them if I'm being honest. We both know they won't date until they're 30. Sex at 40!"
"Yep. Recorded you on my cellphone a couple of times too."
Leaping to her knees letting the sheets and pillow fall from her naked body she released his dick in favor of choking him. Her 38D titties bounced under her jolting maneuver. Lance took immediate notice, wide-eyed and harder than ever. Wrestling over him his pecker swatted her more than a few times as she threatened him almost wanting to bust up laughing.
"When did you do that? Why, Lance?"
"Back in Vermont. Once when 15 another time at 17. You were better than most pornos I've seen on dad's laptop. Somewhere on that laptop I hid the downloaded versions. Who knows if dad will find them and beat off to you."
Her hand covers her mouth, "What if daddy does see them? He might disown me. You suck Lance!"
"Like I said he might jerk off like I did. Damn Brit, stop being naïve. You're a freaking porn star. Your body is perfect." She tried not to laugh then sat back on her calves biting a nail. One of her curled fingers around his cock. She wasn't thinking until she captured a scent of a well-used pecker. Ignoring it she shared a pouty face with him.
"Every guy I ever dated said the same thing." Pity party! Exaggerated! "Then they broke up with me."
"Their loss."
"Thanks. I think. Can you please stop rubbing your dick."
"Rub it for me then."
She fidgeted with a brewing growl. "If I do it's the only time ever."
"Nope! 48 hours. If I want this 20 times in that length of time, you gotta do it." Sneering over at his overconfident expression Britney Lynn snatched up her pillow and dove onto him as if to smother his face. He fended her off while laughing at her assault. Her nipples trailing his chest in her quest to kill him she hid her smiles. It felt really good, brother or not. Maybe she was as sick and as twisted as he was. Playing the lackey seemed like fun.
Finally, she left the pillow over his face and gripped his purple cock. Sliding her fingers and palm up and down it several times she stopped just long enough to spit into her hand for lubricant. Removing the pillow to watch her tower over him and massage his tilted erection Lance was smug as all get out. Naive bitch! Not even close Bro! Not even close. Britney knew how to play her cards right. For now her upper hand was wrapped around his beast.
"That feels freaking awesome."
"I know." She smiled joining him in a smug reaction then groans at her own simple pleasure.
"Give me the best hand job you ever gave."
Rolling her eyes, she transplanted her massaging hand to squeeze his bulbous scrotum a few times before returning to his dick. Her hesitation followed. Time to play the baby again.
"Really? Lance come on. This is way too weird."
"I'm not letting you off. You lost the bet. Don't make me find that video for dad by accident."
"So, now you're going to blackmail me?"
"Not what I want to do, but I will." She stroked his cock harder suddenly feigning her loss of power, her expression haunted. So not! She knew exactly what she was doing.
"That's better." He stiffened with a gasp, "You go Sis."
"I will get revenge." She narrowed her eyes. "When you least expect it."
"Bet you won't." He chuckled.
"Bet I will." Her hand continued while raising an eyebrow toward him as if a challenge.
"Okay! Let's bet!"
Brit rolled her eyes fully ready to make another wager and see what he might stoop to next. "As if I'll fall for that again."
"That's cool. You would lose anyway."
"Knock it off. I would not."
"Damn, that feels good. Now I know why your boyfriend's used to brag about you."
"They did? Who?" Her curiosity stormed her senses.
"Derrick Wylde. Craig Lomax. Rick Devers." Derrick in Vermont save for Rick and Craig here in Spring Lake. "Those are the only ones I know about."
"What did they say? To whom?"
"Whole school. They bragged about how good you sucked dick. That you were a screamer when they fucked you. Of course, I already knew that screamer part."
"Really! I never once heard them tell anyone."
"Heck, I heard Rick tell his basketball coach. I was eavesdropping outside his office during P.E. Coach Dawson said he would love to hear that."
