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by Abigail Lucie
Published by Abigail Lucie at Lot’s Cave
The Bet, © 2017, Abigail Lucie
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
The heavy tires kicked about loose gravel rumbling over the dirt county road. Rambunctious teens laughing, joking, and horsing around nearly drowned out the loud purr of the large moving metal box. I sat near the back gazing out of the window brushing my long strawberry strands out of my freckled oval face with my stomach twisting in knots growing more nervous with each passing thought I didn’t see him. He couldn’t have, I sickened with thought, glaring out into the parallel ravines streaming by agog that I might find my eighteen year old twin brother Haley face down in a ditch somewhere. I wasn’t wishing him dead, obviously. Though, perhaps, seeing him bent double on the side of the road catching his breath was much better than my loser promise of welcoming his big cock and hefty load into my mouth, if he won.
Son of a bitch, I sighed in distaste looking at him standing there at the bus stop more than three miles away from home fifteen minutes later, firm in our wager that he finally outgrew his asthma. Why did I make such a stupid bet?
As he got on the bus, his eager eyes widened with a huge smile framed by his reddened peach fuzz when he saw me squirm on my bus bench. “Sis,” Haley winked as he took a seat a few rows a head of me. I shifted my own pair of eyes down below the window, mortified as to what was about to come.
I was only kidding, I repeated in my head praying that because of our connection we were suddenly telepathic.
In just a few minutes I went from fretting about my fraternal twin being dead on the side of the road to wanting to die a small death then and there. In that one act of assertion, Haley made it apparently clear that he was no longer the weaker of the two of us anymore. The one Mom and Dad constantly rushed to the emergency room the second his inhaler gave way to his wheezing spells. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, of course, to see that his health had improved exceedingly over the years. Going from this big fat fur ball to this trimmed beefy stud that poured into his well-fitted pullover shirts and tight fitting jeans. I guess I didn’t believe those improvements came with stamina.
I guess if I wasn’t his sister, I would’ve been far more excited that a guy was finally paying me any attention. It wasn’t that I wasn’t pretty. It was that I was pretty on top of my dad being a world-renowned pro-wrestler so guys didn’t want to tangle with him or my uncles of the same enormous size and girth. And just when I thought I was old enough to be successful in sneaking behind their backs, it just so happened that I once shared the same womb as the most popular guy in school. Still, it wasn’t like the boys didn’t want to approach me. They just didn’t want to risk things going south between us and risk not being in my brother’s good graces anymore. He was more important to them: The future wrestling star. The thing that made it even worse was that Haley preferred it that way. Not as a typical protective brother. No, he wanted to keep me off limits to everybody else so that he might be the first to make his move. He was always cleaver in the way he broached the subject, making sure that we were both alone and constantly using obscene double entendres whenever he could. If not, he made sure his stiff cock brushed against my thighs to confirm his intent. He thought nothing wrong of it, obviously. As he constantly said, we were just two halves of the same person. It was just the luck of the draw that he got the cock.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t find my brother slightly attractive. Even when we were kids, we played Wedding. I was always the bride. He was always the groom before we were told we were too old to be kissing on one another like that. We agreed. It was also the day I stopped playing with dolls and hosting tea parties and it was the day he stopped playing with toy trucks and erector sets. Then after he started getting sweaty pumping iron and start losing the weight two summers ago, there were times I would accidentally stumble out there to his workout area and my pussy tingled with delight glancing over at his sexy body.
Even as I was utterly disgusted by the vile act that the bet asked me to perform on him later on, the familiar tingle down there was still very much alive and well as I naughtily thought about the other places inside of me his big cock could go.