"The Bet"
"Wrong again, idiot."
The words floated up from the floor, coming from my sister's face. She was laying on the carpet on the other side of my bed. One bare leg casually thrown up and over the edge of the bed and the other bent at the knee. She was holding her phone in one hand and the other made lazy trails around her exposed navel.
"It's
The love of money is the root of all evil
, not
money is the root of all evil."
"I'm not certain that was an important distinction, but thanks for that. You're as helpful as my nipples are, sis, but at least my nipples provide me some happiness."
"And mine provide happiness to a much, much larger audience. So... there's that too" she tossed back at me, "idiot".
I was sitting on my desk chair, both legs splayed across my bed while I tried to find interesting patterns in the popcorn style ceiling tiles above me.
"They sure do" I retorted, "which I'm sure is the reason you show them to anyone and everyone."
My sister, Allison and I were bored. Bored with a side of bored. We live on a dirt road, deep in the Rocky Mountains, miles and miles separating us from any type of normal civilization. We've hiked and fished and spelunked in the small but interesting caves around us but got bored with that too. So that left us with nothing to do but talk to each other and see who can come up with the best insult...one of our favorite past times. Our parents aren't fans of it at all, but sometimes we wind up laughing so hard that tears roll down our cheeks.
Allison is a popular girl in school, long red hair that she normally keeps in a pony tail, lithe athletic body and everyone's friend. She's got deep hazel eyes and is quick to smile... she's usually "dating" a few of the guys in school, but nothing regular. Because, you guessed it, she gets bored of them quickly. Most of my friends think she's hot but I have to disagree. I'll never understand how some brothers or sisters can find their siblings hot. To me she's just my sister, annoying as hell but also my best friend.
During the school year we are usually too busy to get really bored, but during summer break it can be tough. We've come up with this game we call "Who's the pussy?" Not the most creative of names but we're not asking for sponsors either. Essentially, it's a game of escalating bets, until one of us refuses to do what's being asked and "pussies out". It has gotten interesting from time to time but never as out of control as it was about to...
"Let's finally find out that you're the pussy" I asked Allison.
"You're on, flip a quarter" she said as she bounced up and jumped on the bed smiling. I got up, grabbed a quarter and sat on the bed next to her.
Here goes...
flip.
the quarter flipped up arcing widely and back down until it rested on the carpet in front of us. Tails.
"Winners always go first" Allison said slyly, "you ready?"
If you're wondering why no one called "heads or tails" it's because I'm always "heads" and she's always "tails". Makes sense since I have more heads than she and her tail is more popular than mine.
"Always" I replied.
"Go steal her towels" Allison said mischievously.
"Wow, you're going straight for the hard stuff huh?"
"Why waste time finding out how much you suck?" She said and smiled again.
"No problem" I said with as much confidence as I could muster, "be right back."
By "her" Allison meant our mother, Anne. Without a lot of options, it's usually our parents that become the focal point of some of our more challenging bets. I would say it's unfortunate for them but so far, they've had no clue -- it's just life as normal.
I jumped off the bed and headed out of the room and heard Allison say "and hurry up." I could hear the water running which meant mom was in the shower, so I just had to find out where dad was before I snuck into their bathroom and removed the towels. I made a quick circuit around the house, kitchen, living room, office and den. He's nowhere to be found.
Ugh
I thought
I'm totally running out of time. Fuck it, I'm going for it.
I get to their bedroom door and put my ear to the door and listen. I can't hear anything but the water running and the light sounds of her music playing so I slowly twist the knob and ease the door open. Their bathroom is just off their bedroom and I can see the door open just a crack, the rest of the bedroom in darkness.
Perfect.
I slip inside the room and close the door behind me...I quickly tip toe through the bedroom, wincing at every squeak the floor makes as I go.
So far so good.
The bathroom door is a bit more of a challenge so I take my time inching it open until there's just enough room for me to kneel down and poke my head inside. Their bathroom is fairly big, with the sinks in the front by me and the shower at the far end. Their shower is glass so while it's being used it provides some cover but not a lot. From my angle I can't quite see the entire room but I can tell it's safe for me to slide in so I do, trying to be as quiet as possible. Thankfully the music covered up any noises I made -- but unfortunately for me it also covered up any noises from the bathroom that might've warned me of what was happening. When I was done carefully pushing the door mostly closed behind me (just in case) I was still on the floor and looked up to see how far I was from the towel rack. What I saw made my breath catch in my throat and I immediately forgot all about the towels.
Pressed up against the glass I saw my mom's palms, her cheek and occasionally her breasts would bounce against it. They were hitting the glass rhythmically with every thrust my dad made as he fucked my mom from behind. He was behind her, barely visible through the steam and water droplets, with both hands on her shoulders thrusting into her from behind as the water cascaded over their bodies.
Slap, slap, slap
The scene was mesmerizing. I had forgotten completely about them being my parents, about where I was and what I was doing. I felt my cock start to grow and I started grinding it against the floor as I watched.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP
The thrusts were getting harder, the sound of flesh on flesh louder and louder. I could hear my mom moaning, a low guttural sound, more primal than anything.
SLAP, SLAP, SMACK!, SLAP
One hand had left her shoulder and I could barely see it swinging up then back down as my dad smacked my mom's ass while he continued to increase his power and speed. I watched, my rock-hard dick smashed between me and their bathroom floor... with each of his thrusts I was pushing against the floor in time.
When the first smack hit mom's ass her moans increased in volume -- her hands had reached up to the top of the glass wall and I could see her knuckles were white from holding so tight. Every few pumps were emphasized with a progressively harder slap on the ass and with each slap you could hear my mom getting more and more turned on.
"I'm so fucking close baby!" she moaned. Dad's speed increased.
I saw with surprise her head jerk back so just her tits and hands and elbows were against the glass.
"Fuck yes!" she said, and I realized my dad had grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back as she crested toward her orgasm.
"Ugghhhhh fucccckkk!!!!" she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body. I saw my dad's arm wrap around her waist just in time to catch her before her shaking legs wouldn't carry her anymore. He slowly and gently lowered her to the floor of the shower, stood up and adjusted the shower head. Then he turned and I saw the silhouette of his huge cock sticking straight forward, water dripping off the shaft.
Coming back to reality, I realized I had been there way too long. In fact, if either of them cleared the fog from the glass they would see me laying on the floor, not more than a few feet away from them. I grabbed a towel off the rack and slowly backed out still watching as my mom rose to her knees, reached around and grabbed my dad's ass and pulled his cock into her eager mouth.
"That's right babygirl, suck that cock" I heard as I slowly started closing the bathroom door.
"Yes daddy".
Wait, what?!
I tiptoed out of their room, making sure to leave everything as it was before I came. I walked down the hallway toward my room, holding their towel in front of me and still breathing heavily. I reached down and realized a few things simultaneously. I still had an incredibly rock-solid hard-on; I wasn't wearing any underwear just a simple pair of gym grey cotton shorts (which now had a big pre-cum spot on the front) and I was about to walk in my room where my sister was impatiently waiting.
This might be a good time to tell you a little about me. I'm pretty average all the way around, brown shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, average build (I played all sports well, but not really well). I'm not skinny but not fat,.... average. If there were two things I was blessed with is a sharp wit and a nice cock. 8", straight and thick. Now, I know 8" isn't anything to write home about (that phrase feels very appropriate right now) but when it's hard it's pretty noticeable and running commando it's extremely noticeable.
I thought maybe I could swing into another room and rub one out really quick (as are all teenagers I'm an expert at getting myself off) but I didn't have time.
The moment I walked into the room Allison knew something was off...my face was flushed, I was breathing heavily and holding the towel in front of me casually but strategically.
"Well that took you long enough, what the hell happened?" she said, popping off the bed and striding toward me.
Thankfully my wit and senses didn't leave me at this crucial time.
"I uh, well, it was there. You know, the towel erm...what happened? I got it... is it hot in here? Good lord, so anyways, what were you saying?" with eloquence and poise I delivered that while looking back toward the popcorn ceiling.
