Yes, for your own whorehouse.

You pause for a moment to weigh up your options. Although you feel reasonably confident that you could win the bet, the torrent of sexual thoughts causes a slight stirring in your flaccid cock.

"OK," you say finally. "But my price is this: if you can't get me hard, Jo, I get to use this house as my own personal whorehouse for the next month. I will have the power to have sex with you on demand, in which ever way I choose. You will not be allowed to say no to any of my demands, no matter how much you want to.

"And," you add, "I'm including Kate in this bargain."

Jo turns to her daughter, and speaks. "Seems fair. I'm game if you are." Turning to you, she adds, "especially because you're never going to win this, John." Jo winks.

"We'd have some logistics to sort out," says April. "I'd need to speak to Kate, and what about Dad?"

"Kate's had her eye on John since the day you first brought him home for dinner. And your father is hardly going to be here over the next month: it's convention season."

April nods and turns to you. "OK, you've got yourself a deal. I know you won't let me down, sweetie, so you deserve a great prize. Give me a second and I'll get Kate here."

She runs off and heads upstairs. Your girlfriend's cum-stained mother stands up and tidies herself up. "Come over to the sofa, John. I want you to be comfortable."

Just as you sit down, April appears with her sister. Kate stands at round 5'9". Her long blonde hair is tied into a messy bun. She's wearing a pearl satin camisole and matching shorties and from the redness in her eyes and disheveled look you can tell she's just woken up. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and takes in the scene with some surprise. "Why has John got his dick out?" she asks.

Jo replies, "It's a long story. Kate, dearest, how would you like to help us out with a little bet?"

Jo explains the situation briefly. As she does so, Kate's eyes widen. It's hard to tell if she's shocked, pleased or turned on.