Stick to your bet

“Forget it, Lynn, I’m sticking to my guns,” you inform the cheerleader.

Lynn gives you a conniving smirk. “Well, I’ll just have to think of something extra special for your punishment,” she gloats.

“You should be more worried about what you’ll have to do after you lose,” you snipe back. Still, you watch the cousins roll around on the floor with concern.

By now, the girls are covered in syrup and are having trouble grabbing at each other. Every time they do, their fingers simply slip through. They giggle as they slip and slide over one another, trying to get a hold of an arm or waist. Lynn is on her feet, leaned in close to the action like a referee ready to make a call. She keeps a close eye on the groin regions of both ladies as they wrestle on the floor.

Kyra gets a mount on Ash and the smaller girl is unable to slip away. The coach tightens her legs around her cousin and pins her arms down. The phys ed instructor breathes heavily as she taunts, “Now what are you gonna do?”

Impishly, Ash cranes her neck up and licks Kyra’s boob.

“Ahh!” Kyra cries out as she rolls back in surprise, letting the petite redhead get away.

Ash laughs hysterically as she scampers free. Lynn gives you two fingers to signal how Ash had made it to second. You roll your eyes at how into this the cheerleader is. Still, you’re just as invested with a bet on the line and the girls very close to ending it in Lynn’s favor.

“AAAASSSHH!” Kyra cries out, chasing after your younger cousin.

Ash is already hiding behind the couch cushion when Kyra comes storming after her. The gym coach is about to pull her up when she pulls out the canned whipped cream and sprays! Kyra reels back, getting covered in the sugary white foam. Ash keeps the nozzle flowing until it runs out of compressed air and fizzles out. By this point Kyra resembles a snowman with the whipped cream covering her entire upper torso. Then, for good measure, Ash tosses rainbow sprinkles over her cousin.

Kyra stares coldly at Ash for a minute. Then, she says, “Fuck it. Passs me the ice cream.”

Kyra takes the carton of strawberry ice cream and lays down on the couch. She turns the carton upside down and digs out the contents with her spoon. It plops down on her belly, splattering the cream and fudge.

“Hooo! That’s cold!” she shivers, almost sitting up from the shock of it. The ice cream starts the melt over her skin, blending with her whipped cream and chocolate. She takes big scoops of all three items and eats them up. “Ok, maybe thish wasn’t such a good idea!” she realizes as the frozen dessert starts to spread its cold through her body. She chomps down on the dessert as quickly as she can. “Shit! Brain freeze!”

“I’ll help!” Ash says, grabbing her own spoon. They go on to use Kyra as a dish for the dessert, breaking down the big clump of strawberry ice cream so that it doesn’t freeze her belly. Ash spreads it all around, causing Kyra to giggle and squirm as most of it slides down her sides. Ash leans in and catches a glob in her mouth and licks it up. Kyra spoons mouthfuls of ice cream while her cousin licks it off her body. You notice Lynn subtly trying to blow a mound of strawberry towards the coach’s vulva.

“Hey now!” you object.

Caught in the act, Lynn raises her arms and backs off.

Soon, the ice cream is reduced to a small puddle on Coach Stern’s stomach while the cream and the chocolate syrup are mostly cleaned off. “Wow, thish was crazy…” Sterns says. “But I’m too drunk to care…”

“Oh yeah?” Ash replies. She dips her head over Kyra’s belly and slurps up the remains of the ice cream. Krya flails her legs and laughs out loud as her cousin’s lips tickles her belly button.

Ash licks her way over to Kyra’s breasts, causing the fitter redhead’s body to squirm as she sucks on a nipple.

“Oh shit, this is getting hot…” Lynn comments, sitting on the edge of the couch for a good view. You’re leaned in close to, making sure, and hoping, that things don’t go farther than they have already.

Ash crawls over Kyra’s body and licks the specks of flavor that had splashed on the gym teacher’s face. They stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

“Kiss her…” Lynn urges.

“Don’t…” you hiss back, rooting for common sense to intervene. Maybe you could cause a distraction that will bring the cousins back to their senses. Maybe you could change the channel on the television or fake a call to the room without Lynn noticing.