The Bet_(0)

Jenny had lost a bet to her brother, and she didn’t want to pay up, but he grinned at her, making her stomach queasy by the look in his eye. She wanted him to let her drive his car, and he wanted her to give him a blowjob. She lost.

“Billy, please don’t make me do it!” she begged. “I’m scared! I’ve never done it before, and I don’t know what to do!”

“It’s okay, Jenny, don’t be scared. I’ll tell you everything you need to know, I promise. Don’t be scared, Okay? This won’t hurt; not even a little bit. I promise.”

“Billy, I’m not supposed to do this, not EVER!” she whispered softly. “Good girls don’t do this.”

“Good thing you’re not a good girl, then,” he said smugly. “You’re a little slut, Jenny. Admit it; that’s why you didn’t freak out when I told you what I wanted for my half of the bet. You WANT to suck it, Jenny, and that’s okay. I like the fact that you’re a slut. We can have a lot of fun together.”

“I’m not a slut, Billy!” she protested. “I didn’t freak out about the bet because I was sure I was going to win!”

“Jenny,” he said softly, smiling gently, with that look that gave her butterflies all over again. “You lost. You know what you have to do, don’t you?”

She looked at him, begging with her eyes, but she saw no relief in his smile. “I can’t do this. Please help me, Billy? I can’t do this!”

They were in his bedroom, where he’d brought her after the game, in order to settle up. She walked the whole way from the living room with her heart in her mouth, dreading what was about to happen. She had already been thinking about which stores she would be going to at the Mall with her best friend Margo until that last, game winning touchdown by the Home team and she lost the bet.

She had only ever kissed three boys in her life, and two of them were only one kiss each. The third one, her ex-boyfriend, had made out with her on several occasions, and taught her how to use her tongue when she kissed, but he broke up with her after she stopped him from putting his hand between her legs after he had felt up her chest for a little while.

It was the third boy who had taught her about Frenching, and she liked it; she would have done more with him, but he moved out of state with his family after his father got a promotion, so that was the end of that.

Now, she was in her brother’s room, and her worst fears were about to come true. She was afraid she was going to like doing it, and that would tell her things about herself that perhaps she wasn’t ready to know. Her eyes begged her brother for mercy.

He smiled at her, and she knew that he loved her. Her heart swelled in her chest, and she sighed a huge breath of relief. Billy turned and took one of his silk ties of the rack hanging behind his door.

“Turn around and close your eyes, Jenny. This will make it easier, I promise.” He gently turned her around with both hands on her shoulders, then he tied the tie around her head, effectively blindfolding her.

“Billy, what are you doing?” she asked, confused, as he turned her around to face him again, but she couldn’t see.