Another Wager

“You should lower your arms,” Ben suggested. “It is just you and me here, no one else can see, and you did lose the bet.”

“Oh, fine,” Gwen sighed and complied. “There, are you satisfied?”

Ben drank in the sight of his cousin’s exposed breasts. “Hmm. Very much so.” Well, they could be bigger, but they were right there, hanging free for all to see. Which reminded him. “Now admit that I was right: you do feel excited about being caught.”

“Ye… I don’t know what you mean,” Gwen shook her head, unwilling to admit the new truth. Somehow, she was not as bothered by the way her cousin’s eyes ran up and down her athletic body, as much as by the thought of the door opening and revealing her lewd lack of attire to anyone who walked by.

She savoured the thought, then bit her lip. “Come on, Ben, give me your jacket back. I…I’ll wear it open but, the waitress will be back soon.”

“Maybe… no. Let’s play another round. I’ll wager my jacket against the rest of your clothes.”

“What? Ben don’t mess around. … Okay, fine. You know I’ll win this time.”