There was a stunned silence. I thought I'd gone too far. I hadn't meant it seriously, only to show her how convinced I was that I was right so she'd shut up. Finally, she said, "Okay, fine. But if he was the guy in the Matrix, then you have to drive me and my friends around anywhere I want, like a chauffer, for a whole month!"
I shifted about uncomfortably in my seat. I was getting hard. She'd accepted my ridiculous bet. "Are you sure you don't want to back out? Do you even know what a blowjob is?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course I know. But it doesn't matter. I'm not going to have to do it, because I know I'm right. Are you sure YOU don't want to back out?" She reached her hand over the back seat, offering the handshake that would seal us in to the terms of the deal.
For just a moment, I thought of backing down. I had sudden doubts about whether I was wrong and it really WAS Samuel L. Jackson, but I honestly couldn't say if my hesitation came from fear of losing or fear of winning. But the fact was, the potential reward was too good to pass up. At the next red light, I swung around and grabbed her hand. We shook on it.
We didn't talk much the rest of the ride home. As usual, dad's solution stopped the argument, not because we'd changed our minds, but because it now was just a matter of finding out. I watched Faith in the rear view mirror, and thought I could see some anxiety there, so maybe she was worried. I wasn't.
I practically raced to the computer in the family room, and my sister followed at a slower pace. By the time she reached me, I had already called up Wikipedia. It was there, in black and white (and blue, for links). Samuel L. Jackson was not in the Matrix. Lawrence Fishburne was.
Faith's face was frozen in shock. "Anybody can edit Wikipedia," she said. "Maybe somebody just got it wrong." So, I pulled up the Internet Movie Database. It agreed. "No," she said breathlessly. "I was sure."
"They look a lot alike," I said, a wolfish grin on my face.
"You're not going to actually make me do... that, are you?"
"What? You want to welch out? You know that's against the rules."
"Yeah, but... you said anytime you want. Come on, Mark... you don't really want one from me, do you?"
It was a technicality. I could have let her get away, and say that although she still had to give me a blowjob anytime I want for the next week, I'd just let the time expire without asking for it. I could have traded a promise to do that for some other chore. I should have done that. But I'd never had a blowjob before. I had a hand job from a girl at a party, but that wasn't the same thing.
"Sorry," I told her. "A bet's a bet."
"But it's not fair," she said. "Giving you a blowjob anytime you want means I could be doing it all day!"
I rolled my eyes. "Please, what do you think, guys masturbate nonstop? It would only be two or three a day, probably."
She said, "Oh," and looked thoughtful for a moment, before giving out one of her sighs. Her sighs were like amateur drama productions, full of exasperation, and conveying in no uncertain terms that she thought she was above whatever she's been forced into doing. "Okay fine," she said, adding ice to the last word. "I suppose you'll want one now."
"As a matter of fact...." My dick was starting to strain against my pants, so I stepped back from the computer, unzipped and whipped out my cock. She looked at it, got down on her knees, and, on those knees shuffled towards me to close the distance. My cock was pointed right at her face, a little precum already at the tip.
Her mouth opened into a wide oval as though testing the proper width she would use, then closed her eyes and extended her tongue as she leaned forward. As soon as her tongue touched it she drew back as though stung, and made a face. "Gross."
"Sooner you do it, the sooner you'll get it over with."
She moved forward again, and this time took me in her mouth, and closing over me. She only went halfway down, and her tongue didn't move very much, she just moved her head back and forth on it. It still felt incredible. Every few seconds, she pulled off entirely to take a breath and looked up at me with a glare, but she didn't need to be told to go right back to it. It was just delicious seeing her mane of red hair bobbing up and down on my dick. After her third air-break, she started applying some light suction, and the pleasure doubled while I watched her cheeks go concave.
My dick began to pulse with the familiar sensation, and I groaned lightly, giving her the only warning I planned on that something was coming. I started cumming when she was on an upstroke, getting one glob of my cum in her mouth right away. She pulled off, surprised, and the next big glob landed on her face, on one side of her nose, running down along the freckled highway towards her cheek. The next landed on the other side of her face, her cheek, as she turned away with a shriek, and tried to get up. I got one shot on her shirt and most of the remainder dribbled out on the floor.
"Ewww!" she cried. "You didn't have to shoot on my face!"
"Where else was I going to shoot?" I asked. "If you didn't want it in the face, you should have swallowed it all."
"That is so gross," she said. "I've got to go take a shower."
"Don't blame me," I said. "Blame Samuel L. Jackson." She headed off towards the nearest bathroom, and after that locked herself in her room. I cleaned up what cum was on the floor before one of my parents freaked. I'd make sure the rest of that week's blowjobs would be in a less public place than the family room.
I had a huge shit-eating grin that whole day. That evening, while our parents were downstairs, I caught Faith's eye and pointed to my penis, and then to my room, with a grin on my face. She sighed, but followed me. I'd laid a towel on the floor and sat down on my bed, then pulled down my pants. "Can you at least warn me before you shoot this time?" she asked.
"Yeah, okay."
She went down with less hesitation this time, just going down on me like she'd done it all her life. Now that she had the rhythm down and didn't have to come up for breathe, it was more pleasurable, but I didn't want to cum so fast this time. I wanted to savor it, and I wanted her to work at it. "You know you could use your tongue more," I said. She complied instantly, and I could feel it moving from the underside of my head to the side, and over.
I looked down at her and noticed she had her eyes open, watching my face. I smiled down at her and gently stroked the side of her flushed cheek with a knuckle a few times. I thought she tilted her face into the stroke, but it was probably my imagination. Soon after, she pulled back to just suck on the tip and teased it with her tongue, then went down even farther than she had before. That was enough to tip me over the edge, into the point of no return. "Okay, Faith. I'm about to blow my load."
She pulled off quickly, and then rolled out of the way, leaving me to spurt out into empty air. Most of it landed on the towel, though some got on my floor. "Wow, you don't have to be such a bitch about it."
"Hey I just didn't want you to get your goo all over me again."
"I told you the best way to do that was just to swallow it all. It's not really a blowjob if you don't swallow. Besides," I added, "it's supposed to be good for the complexion. Maybe it'll clear up those freckles."
"Really?" she said, and leaned back over the goo-covered towel to have a look at it. My dick was still semi-hard, and I couldn't resist the opportunity, I wiped my slimy dick on her cheek. There was still plenty of my sperm on it, and I thought it was pretty funny to see my sister with my jism on her face. She didn't. "You jerk!" she yelled, and stormed out of my room in a huff to wash up.
I slept pretty well that night, I can tell you, and was looking forward to the many blowjobs to come
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