Becca talks her way out of it

"Becca! What in the world do you think you're doing?" Mom shouted, flustered.

I stared slack-jawed, the image of my hot sister and mother lip-locked frozen in my mind.

"Sorry mom! I just felt like saying 'I love you' european-style. Anyway, I love that shade of lipstick and I wanted to try it out. How do I look?" She batted her eyes at mom.

Mom couldn't seem to put her words together and I took the opportunity to help out. "I think the color looks great, Becs! Hey mom what's for dinner?"

"I- wha-"

And then my dad reentered the room and answered my question. "We're ordering Chinese, if that's alright." Mom retreated upstairs from the baffling scene and dad looked between Becca and I, the two of us smiling like idiots. "What did I miss?" He chuckled. Oh dad, if you only knew.

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Slipping my mom some tongue had been fun and hot. The look on John's face had been priceless.

After mom fled, we ordered the Chinese food and John had gone up to his room to play video games.

I waited a minute before texting him. When I got his response, I excused myself from the TV -where my dad had taken up his customary residence- and snuck into John's room.

"And if I win?" He'd asked, dick already out

"I'll do your laundry for a week. But if I win you have to play with my tits and tell me what a nice sister I am any time I ask for the next month." I whispered back, giving the girls a squeeze for good measure.

John gave me that same slightly menacing smile I was coming to love and said "sounds fair."

Now it was almost twenty minutes later and my arm was getting tired. I had tried everything: talking dirty, I took my top off, I shook and played with my tits, I said dirty stuff about mom and my friends. But John was a tough nut to bust today. He'd focused on his computer game and tried to block me out.

I had to give myself some credit, he was clearly huffing and puffing and I'd gotten him hard and throbbing but he hadn't budged. However, he was clearly losing and all I needed was a few more seconds, a minute at most, of my current move- massaging his balls and working his shaft while I slowly kissed his dick's head.

DING-DONG

"Fuck!" I hissed, I had lost. A moment later, John's hot jizz was spattering my face and he was laughing and cumming. "Keep it down!" I giggled with chagrin. Oh well, it wasn't too hard to do his laundry - actually it was pretty hot.

"Kiiiiids, dinner!" Mom called from downstairs.

"Good game, Becca. Maybe we can try again sometime."

"You're on, I smirked back," John helped me re-clasp my bra and I pulled my top back on, sure not to get any of John's cum on the fuzzy fabric.

I looked back at the text I'd sent him, the text that started off our game.

Becca-- betcha I can jack you off all over my face before the food gets here ;P (5:57 pm)

John-- you're on (5:59 pm)

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Dinner that night had been the most entertaining of my life.

Becca had sat herself next to me - not her usual spot - and kept grazing me with her tits as she reached for different containers if food. Once, she went so far as to pick a dumpling up from across the table with her chopsticks - bending in such a way that I had an excellent eyefull - before 'accidentally' dropping it into her cleavage. She left it there long enough to make sure we all got a good look, before she faked embarrassment and plucked it up and ate it.

My parents seemed puzzled, but they didn't say anything to Becca or to me and soon enough dinner was over.

Becca left, giving me one last invitation to lech on her and Natalie. And I retreated to my room, ready to take my next steps.