Losing the Bet

“Come on loser, you gotta do what I want” my sister Tia taunted me. We’d bet on the World Cup; I was confident that my team was going to win so I bet my younger sister who liked the other team. The winner got to order the other around for 24 hours, the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted. I begrudgingly acknowledged that her team won but I my mind was racing, trying to figure out how I could get out of doing anything her fertile 17-year-old mind could come up with, “I have a whole list of things you’re going to do for me” she continued.

“That’s not fair; I only had two things on my list if you lost.”

“Yeah, what?” she challenged.

“Wash my car and wait on me hand and foot while I watched TV.”

Tia tried to hold back her scorn, “That’s not like you, I’d bet your list included licking your boots and scratching your ass or something disgusting like that.”

I wanted to shock her, to piss her off so she’d get out of my sight, “Actually my list included a strip show and blowjob. Good thing for you my fucking team lost.”

She reddened slightly around the ears as she groaned, “Oh, that’s novel, just how unoriginal can you get? I wouldn’t suck your cock if you’d won the fucking Mega Lottery!” She paused then slowly began to smile, “But you just gave me another idea for my list.”

“You can’t do that, you already made it out.” I was troubled by the look in her eyes, the devilment that danced in them while she schemed.

“I haven’t shown you the list yet, I can change it. The first thing is you will be here tonight to serve me, just like a slave.”

Tia didn’t say anything else about our bet so I tried to sneak out just after dinner. She caught me at the door, “Just where the hell do you think you’re going you worthless scumbag? You get your bitch ass back in the house, it’s fucking time you started paying up.” Our parents had just left to go bowling so Tia wasn’t afraid to use her arsenal of gutter language.

I followed her back into the front room to await my fate at the hands of my sister. Even though I figured the little bitch would try to fuck me up several different ways, I would honor the bet. I knew she would have done the same, so welching wasn’t a real option. She sat on the sofa then demanded, “Get me a shot of whiskey.”

“You want me to sneak booze from dad’s cabinet and give it to you?”

“Yeah, and don’t be stingy, in fact you get some for yourself too.”

Well, that request was good with me. I grabbed two short tumblers and dropped two ice cubes in each then splashed them half full with Jim Beam. I handed one to Tia then held my glass high in a silent toast, she returned the salute then took a sip.

“Take my shoes off” she ordered. I bent to do her bidding while she swallowed more of the amber fluid.

Once her feet were bare, she allowed me to sit and drink my whiskey. I relaxed back and waited for my next task. I didn’t have to wait long. Tia inspected her toes then left the room. A minute later she came back with a bottle of nail polish and tossed it at me, “Quit sitting around looking dull you piss-ant sluggard, paint my toe nails.” She was piling the verbal abuse deep. She plopped her butt on the sofa, stretched her legs across my lap so her heels were firmly entrenched in the gap between my thighs. The skirt she was wearing wasn’t very long when she was standing but now it had drawn up far enough I could see a hint of her white cotton panties under the shadow of the hem. Tia’s legs were long and shapely but not very smooth, I noticed a hint of dark stubble along the inside of her calves. She wiggled her toes, “Do a good job and I’ll scratch something vile off my list.” She reached for the bottle of booze and poured us both another round. As she handed me my glass she said “Okay, paint me up peon.”

I looked at her from the long blonde hair, to her pretty face, then over her body and down her legs. A quick shutter, as light as wings on the wind, vibrated from my heart to my balls. I shook up the vial of polish and went to work. I couldn’t get her feet in the right position so I scooted myself a few inches closer to Tia who bent her legs up at the knees; her feet flat on my thigh. Once we were done readjusting ourselves, I could work on her toes easily. I could also see clearly the crotch of her panties at the junction of her thighs. I twisted my body slightly toward her so I could get a better view of my sister’s bod while I polished her nails glossy purple. My cock started swelling as my heart picked up a few beats.

Tia seemed oblivious to my eyes on her body, she relaxed with her eyes closed, taking sips of whiskey while I lavished her feet with my attention. When I finished with the left foot, I tickled the instep with a fingertip, “Move it, put the other right here.”

My sister opened her eyes, moved her feet around which caused her knees to fall apart. Her legs separated wider and I got a stunning view of her panty covered crotch, “Is this how you want them?” she asked demurely. I got the distinct impression she knew full well that she was displaying, the semi-hard in my pants grew solid; my cock began to hurt in the cramped space.

I almost fucked up the paint job on the second foot because I wasn’t concentrating on the toes. Tia had closed her eyes again so I was inspecting her legs and body under the skirt intimately. I took a little extra time making sure I did a complete job but eventually I had to let her know her feet were decorated. “Okay, I’m done, now you have to let them dry.” I copped a feel of her leg when I ran my hand from her ankle to her knee before lifting it off my thigh.

Tia swung her legs off my lap and sat up. She ogled her feet then smiled up at me, “Good job errand boy, that’s one thing off the list.” She paused for a second then frowned into my eyes and continued, “Don’t think I didn’t feel you stroke my leg you perverted monkey’s ass. You weren’t supposed to do that, but it reminded me of something else. Come on, follow me.” She got off the couch then walking on her heels to keep her newly tinted toes off the floor, left the room.

I followed her to the bathroom where she sat on the lid of the stool, grabbed a can of shave gel and a razor, “Shave my legs” she demanded, “I felt the stubble when you rubbed your hand on me.”

She was sitting on the toilet lid like she was mounted on a horse saddle; knees separated wide by the seat, her skirt barely covered her panties. Tia leaned back to straighten her legs but when her back came up against the ceramic tank she recoiled quickly, “Go get me something to put behind me, I don’t want the edge of the top digging into my back.”

I pulled a large bath towel off the rack by the tub and folded it then rested it over the edge of the tank top so she could lean back on it. Tia relaxed back then stuck her legs out, her heels resting on the floor, fresh painted nails pointed toward the ceiling. “Now make yourself useful you useless fuck, shave me.