Chapter 5 - made bet with bro now sister need to blow (R18+)

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Over the next few days, I asked Faith several times if she wanted to give me a blowjob. She refused each time, acting disgusted that I'd asked. I also regularly suggested she walk around topless. "I've already seen your little tater tots." She just told me to shut up.

I didn't get it. I was sure she wanted it. But whether I asked nicely or crudely, I was always rebuffed, sometimes with an insult, more often with just cold silence. Maybe she was just on the rag.

Whatever the reasoning, I started to think I was wrong, I'd inflated the whole situation in my head, that this was just a one-time freak occurrence. It wasn't until we had our next argument, a few days after the July 4th holiday, that I thought anything might happen again.

It was about a half hour after I had lunch, and I was starting to get the munchies. I'm not a big guy but I can put away a lot of food, especially when I'm bored, and when I'm watching a movie I need something to chow down on. I looked through every one of the cupboards, but we were out of the usual staples snacks, chips, popcorn, crackers. So I went to the fridge, where I found, in the freezer, a large frozen pizza, Three Meat Special. By the time it cooked, I would be even hungrier than I was, so I decided I could probably eat it all, and started preheating the oven.

Faith walked down from her room as I was cutting the pizza on the counter, after it had cooked and cooled some. I was in a good mood, so I nodded towards her. "Do you want some pizza? It's got sausage on it. I know how you like the sausage..."

She ignored my innuendo but actually seemed to considered the pizza for a moment, before she shook her head. "Maybe later." I didn't really expect her to have any. Like a lot of girls, she was way too concerned about watching her weight. I guess I couldn't complain about that, whatever she was doing was working for her.

"Won't be a later," I warned her as I plucked off a piece of pepperoni and put it in my mouth. "This'll be gone in ten minutes." I wasn't actually serious. I planned on stretching it out over the course of the whole movie, although I knew I could eat it that fast if pressed. I wasn't just a big eater, I was a fast one too. It was a wonder I wasn't huge. If Faith shared enough of genes, she might not have needed to watch her weight at all.

Faith looked at the pizza, then made a sort of cluck of disapproval by striking the roof of her mouth with her tongue. "You're such a pig, Mark. And didn't you just eat lunch?" she asked. "There's no way you'll eat that whole thing in ten minutes."

That was a challenge. At that point, even though I had been exaggerating, I felt compelled to defend my honor. There's two things girls should not doubt about men, their sexual stamina, or their ability to eat. Both will inspire boasts and offers to prove them wrong. "This? I could eat this in ten minutes easily!"

"No way," she said. "Maybe if you were starving, but..."

I interrupted her. "I AM starving. I ate, like, a whole hour ago."

"You just think you're hungry. Once you start eating, you'll feel full again and you won't be able to eat more than a slice or two."

"I think I know my own body. I've got more than enough room."

"Wanna bet?" she said.

My ears pricked up. "What? That I can eat this whole thing? That's a sucker bet."

"No, that you can eat it all in ten minutes."

That would be a little harder, but I knew I could be up to it. "Fine," I said after a moment's thought. "What do you want to bet?"

She hesitated, seemed to take a few seconds to think while she `Ummm'ed , and then, while I was getting some cola from the fridge, finally suggested, "If I win, you have to be my chauffer for a month."

I slammed the fridge door and looked back at her, surprised. In our last wager, we'd already established that a week of blowjobs was a fair wager against one month. To propose the same thing was practically daring me to make the same type of bet.

My previous doubts were gone, my theory back in full force. I decided that she must want it after all. She was only looking for an excuse. She sounded so sure of herself, but she must have known she was going to lose. I don't think I've ever eaten a pizza that fast before, but I've fast-eaten other things.

And since she was practically daring me to make the bet another round of blowjobs, I wondered how much I could push it. "Okay," I said. "But if I win, you have to let me watch every time you masturbate. For a month."

She wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes. "You're a fucking perv-o. What makes you think I even masturbate?"

I was pretty sure of myself at this point, but the question did bring up something I hadn't considered. She could get out of it by refusing to masturbate. Girls were supposed to be able to do go without longer than boys. If she needed an excuse, I'd better give her a good one. "Then you'll have to try, at least..." I pulled a number out of my hat. "Ten times. And you have to have ten orgasms, or we go on to the same deal next month." If I won, it would guarantee me something to see, and I was sure that once I got her masturbating in front of me, I could push her into more. I held my breath, waiting for her to decide.

"Fine," she said. "You're losing this time anyway. I saw what you had for lunch. There's no way you can eat that in ten minutes." We shook on it.

I don't think I need to tell you who won the bet. It wasn't quite as easy as I thought. Not because I was too full to pack it all in there, but because she insisted that the ten minutes started right away, and the pizza was still pretty hot. But by rolling the crust up the first few to protect my tongue from hot cheese and sauce, and having a lot of cola on hand, I was able to get through them, and by the time I got to the fourth slice, about five minutes in, they were cool enough to eat normally.

The last one was tough. You reach a point, especially when you've been drinking a lot of carbonated beverages, where it gets hard to eat fast, and you feel bloated. It's usually an illusion... you just have to burp. But time was running out. I pushed repeatedly on my stomach, forced the air out, and finished the last piece, swallowing the crust with about twenty seconds to spare.

Faith acted surprised and disappointed, but I really think it was an act. How could she not expect that I'd win? She just said, "Oh, my, God," with a full second's pause between words. "I can't believe you were able to do that. You're a freak."

After I wiped the smirk off my face, I said, "A freak who just won a bet."

She repeated, "I can't believe it. Why did I ever agree to such a retarded bet?" She made a shuddering sound, and left.

I let her go. I needed time to let the meal settle. After about a half an hour (and a visit to the bathroom), I went to find her in her room. I didn't knock... privacy seemed to be unimportant if I was going to be seeing what I was going to be seeing. As I ducked my head in the door, I asked, "So, I don't want to put you off your usual schedule or anything but I need to plan my day. What time do you usually masturbate?"

"In bed, or in the shower," she told me, quietly.

I gave a self-satisfied smile. "I knew you did it."

Faith let out a snort of exasperation. "I don't want you being creepy and watching me when I'm about to sleep. It'd give me nightmares. I'd better do it now