Oil's well that ends well

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"Well," Sam says finally, after mulling it over for a few seconds. "I don't plan on losing, although I expect you to put up a good fight. And you're right. I've already bet so much that I might as well double-down at this point." Now that her mind is made up, she looks at you. "Do you accept the new terms?"

It's up to you to decide now. Despite her agreeing to putting pregnancy and motherhood on the line, Sam seems torn as she tries to read your decision from your face. Her words a moment ago had been confident, but she wouldn't have tried to alter the terms of the deal if she weren't afraid of losing. Even if you agreed to wrestle her while she was covered in oil, she couldn't be entirely sure that would grant her a victory. Just the fact that she was willing to let you apply the oil yourself, knowing that it would almost certainly involve you feeling her up during the process, was telling. The flip side of this was that if she lost, she'd have to face the consequences of turning what had originally been an obligation to fuck her brother once into becoming his long-term lover, and now the mother of his child, or even children.

"I do," you tell her, after making her wait a few more seconds. You can't tell if she's relieved or not. Now she had to let you rub your hands all over her, and if she loses, she has the additional conditions of letting your knock her up and making her have your children.

"I'll get the oil," she says simply, turning and walking towards the bathroom. You wonder for a moment if she'll take the opportunity to leave through the other door in the bathroom to the rest of the basement, but she returns after just a few seconds, bottle of baby oil in hand. You shouldn't have doubted that she would return. Sam's sense of sportsmanship and her commitment to honor were what had gotten her into this mess in the first place, and presumably they would be what would make her keep her word if she lost, however distasteful she might find holding up her side of the deal.

She tosses you the bottle, which you catch in mid-air. Then she walks right in front of you before stopping and turning around. She reaches up and carefully holds her hair up, over her shoulders, as her back is presented to you.

"Don't get any in my hair, Peewee," she tells, glancing back over her shoulder. "It will be a pain to get out."

Fair enough. You squirt out some oil onto your hand, then start applying it to her back. Her skin is silky smooth, but you can feel that it's mostly muscle and very little fat underneath. She's neither skinny nor over-muscled, but rather just lean and powerful. You skip her arms, since they're holding up her hair, and Sam seemed emphatic on you not getting any oil in it. Besides, you're more than happy to move further south, to Sam's ass. In contrast to her back, it's got a little more fat to it, but it's tight enough to bounce a quarter off of.

Sam doesn't move at all as your hands rub oil all over her toned bottom, and she offers only the slightly of resistance as you put your hands between her thighs and try to move her legs apart. Then she shifts one leg over just a bit. You take the opportunity to slide your fingers between her buttocks.

"If you go even a millimeter into my ass, Max, you're dead," Sam warns you matter-of-factly. You don't doubt her on this, and technically, if you are dead, then the wrestling match is over. So you content yourself with spending most of your effort with just getting the oil along her crack, and then just give her butthole a quick circle with the tip of your oily middle finger before taking your hand away. Sam flinches just a little, but doesn't otherwise react. You squirt some more oil onto your hands, then move on to her long legs, applying the oil to them one at a time, starting at her firm thighs and working all the way down to her slim ankles. You decide against trying to get her feet, as you suspect it would be hard for Sam to stand on the plastic mat with oil on her soles. While it might be fun to see Sam slipping and falling on that firm ass, and it could further improve your chances of winning, you're still liking your odds of beating Sam as it is.

Her back, ass, and legs now nicely oiled up, you stand up again behind Sam. She knows as well as you what's next, so she turns around, still holding her hair up. With her arms raised up, her tits are lifted up as well, making them look even perkier. You start to reach out for her breasts...

"I think you need more oil on your hands, Max," Sam says before your hands can close over her tits.

You stop reaching for her and turn your hands around to look at them. "Right. Oil." You pick up the oil bottle again and get ready to squeeze some into your hands. Then you have a better idea, and just take the bottle and squirt some of the oil over Sam's chest.

Sam flinches, her mouth opening in surprise. "Max!" She says scoldingly. Then she looks down at the splatter of oil on her chest. "Yeah, that's not at all inappropriately suggestive of something else, you pervert."

You puts your hands over her tits, squeezing the oil around onto her skin. Her breasts are incredible. Like her ass, they're firm, but more soft and yielding. They also fit better into your hands.

"More inappropriate than other stuff we're going to end up doing?" You continue rubbing her breasts with your oily hands, wanting to make sure you do the best possible job you can.

She looks back up at you, scowling. "Might. Might end up doing. And only if you somehow beat me."

"You're right Sam," you tell her, still massaging her breasts with your hands. "I was having a hard enough time as it was before you started the 'history lesson'."

Sam seems taken aback for a moment by your statement, since it was a departure from the usual rivalry between the two of you. You knew she hadn't thought she had done all that well against you, or things wouldn't be where they were at right now. "Well, I've never wrestled before, but wrestling does share some basic characteristics with other martial arts."

"That must be it," you tell her. You focus on her nipples now, the oil making them darker as you work it into the pink flesh. Or maybe more blood is rushing to them. "And now that you're covered in oil, it's going to be much harder for me to win."

Sam smiles, a little smugly. "You do know that I've never been beat before, even if this is my first wrestling ma-" Her expression suddenly goes from confidence to confusion, then comprehension. "Max! You're just bullshitting me so I don't notice how much time you're taking on my boobs, aren't you?"

You stop playing with her nipples, but keep your hands over her breasts. "Guilty as charged."

She cocks her head at you and scowls at you. "You've had your fun then, Peewee. Finish oiling me up so I can win this thing and get on with my life.

With no small effort on your part, you move your hands off of her breasts, knowing that this could be the last time you get to touch them. You start working down, getting her sides and her flat tummy, and then proceeding down to get her waist and hips. You grab the oil bottle one last time as Sam looks at you, a little apprehensively.

"Remember, Peewee, nothing inside me," Sam warns you, a little nervously. "Or this goes from a wrestling match to a straight-out asskicking, and you forfeit."

You don't doubt Sam on that, plus you think that doing anything to get her any angrier could work to your disadvantage. So in contrast with the time and attention you lavished on her rack, you just slide your hand down over her pubes, then rub her slit with the palm of your hand slowly, so there's no risk of a finger sliding into her, accidentally or otherwise. It's not enough to further piss Sam off, but it is enough to give you a quick feel of her sex, as well as put a coating of oil on it, which could help later. Then you pull your hand back, and take a step backwards so that you can look at Sam and admire your work.

Sam lets go of her hair and lowers her arms. Because her arms were raised and so close to her hair, besides her head and the soles of her feet, they're about the only thing not coated with oil. Sam looks down at her body, apparently seeing what kind of a job you did oiling her up as well, but she seems to go to great pains to not actually touch herself, keeping her arms away from her sides.

"Okay, it looks like we're good to go, Max," she says, looking back up at you, and settling down into a crouch again. "Ready to continue this?"

You try to match her stance as best you can. "Ready."

She takes a quick step towards you as soon as you say this. You grab for her as she moves into range, but she ducks down, and you end up just grabbing air instead. Then she grabs your leg and pulls it forward, leaning her shoulder into your stomach. For the second time, you find yourself on your back as she tips you over. This time, Sam doesn't try to get right on top of you, which likely would have resulted in her sliding right off. Instead, she sits to your side, but leans down over you. Her hands press down on your shoulders, and you realize that you should have oiled up her hands and arms. But she had kept them up and had told you to be careful of her hair, which you now realized was so that her arms would remain oil-free, and she could still use them effectively to grapple you.

Sam is more effective now at pressing your shoulders down, keeping her strength and weight evenly distributed. You feel your shoulders make contact with the mat again. You try to push Sam off of you by pushing at her chest, but your hands just slide off because of the oil.

"One!" Sam calls out, her voice strained because of the effort she is applying. You see the hint of a smile on her face.

You realize trying to grab or touch any part of her oiled body is useless at the moment. There's no real benefit to the un-oiled soles of her feet, even if they were in reach. You reach for her shoulders, but Sam leans back as far as she can to stay out of your reach. Even though your arms are longer then hers, the way she is holding your shoulders down manages to lower your reach enough where she can stay just out of your grasp.

"Two!" Her voice is louder now, more confident. You can't move your shoulders at all, and your arms can't reach Sam's shoulders at all, or even grab at her arms.

In desperation, you lift up your legs, which are completely free at the moment, and somehow manage to bend your body enough to put a head scissors on Sam. You don't get a good lock on her head, but it catches Sam off guard, and you're able to bring your legs back down, pulling a shocked Sam off of you so that you can get both your shoulders up before she can count you out.

Trying to keep your thighs around Sam's head, you manage to twist around and get Sam onto the mat. It's not a very good head-scissors, but it's enough to hold her in place, and her head is one of the only places without oil on it at the moment that you can actually get a hold on. Sam seems confused at the sudden reversal, and twists as she struggles to get her head out from between your legs.

You manage to roll over on top of Sam, still keeping her head between your legs as best you can. Your body is turned the other way from Sam's, making it hard for you to get a pin in this position. You'd also like to adjust the hold to get something more solid, but you're afraid any attempt to secure it would give Sam an opportunity to break free. As it is, she grabs at your legs, trying to pry them off of her head. While you're in a good position to check out her pussy, just a few inches away from you, you can't afford to let yourself get distracted. Instead, you manage to keep your grip on Sam's head with your legs while sitting up a little. Grabbing a double armful of her long legs, you manage to hold onto the oily, slippery things enough to start rotating Sam's body into place beneath you enough to get her shoulders down against the mat. Sam struggles now not only to get her head free, but also to keep her shoulders from both being down for any length of time. To add insult to injury, your cock begins slapping her in the face as the two of you struggle.

"Max!" She grunts, her voice getting frantic even as she finds time to complain about the indignity of her brother's penis bouncing all over her face. "Watch it with that thing!"

"Deal with it, Sam," you grunt back, still working to leverage your grip on Sam's lower body to bridge her shoulders onto the mat. There!

"One!" Her legs are frantically trying to kick out of your grasp, but even as oily and strong as they are, you've got a good bearhug on them.

"Max!" Sam is growing increasingly desperate now, not having luck getting her shoulders off of the mat, getting her head free, or kicking her legs out of your grip.

"And that's two!" As victory approaches, you feel confidence surging.

Then you feel something different that brings you up short. Sam's warm, hot mouth suddenly around your cock. It's so unexpected, but so welcome, that you forget to count to three. It's a moot point anyway, because Sam takes the opportunity to get one shoulder up, but doesn't stop sucking on your cock.

You can't believe she's doing it, but you're not about to stop her. If you weren't too shocked to say anything, you might make a joke about low blows being illegal. Instead, you just enjoy it. When Sam pulls on your ass to try to get you to move your groin closer to her face, you release the grip of your legs on her head, and she obliges by taking more of your cock into her mouth as she moves her mouth up and down on you. You feel her hand grab the shaft of your cock and start working it. Her palm is slick with oil that she must have picked up from her body before touching you with it, allowing it to move easily and pleasurably on your rod.

Her hand keeps pumping your cock as she pulls her mouth away from you briefly. "Please, eat me out, Max," she begs in a voice heavy with passion. Eager to oblige, you gently set her lower body back down onto the mat and let go. She parts her legs for you, so you can lean down and place your mouth over her slit. Wetness that isn't all baby oil covers your mouth, and you start licking her pussy with gusto as she goes back to sucking you off and rubbing your cock. You're pretty sure Sam's never sucked a cock before, but she seems incredibly eager to practice on you.

"Oh my God, your mouth feels so good," Sam moans. Then she rolls over on top of you, before putting her mouth back down on your cock, taking more and more of it into her with each bob of her head as she gets used to it. From your new position of being flat on your back, you keep eating her out, just as eager to please her as she seems to be to please you. Her legs squirm with apparent pleasure as your tongue probes at her clitoris, and she moans more and grinds her snatch into your face, pushing you back into the mat. You know that Sam's mouth is going to give you an orgasm in short order, and you want to do the same for her.

Your mind absentmindedly registers a thumping sound from nearby, of something hitting against the mat. Maybe your combined motions caused one thing or another to fall over, or something, but you can't be bothered about shit like that now. Not when you're locked into a hot sixty-nine with your sister Sam. Apparently she got caught up in the heat of the moment, and couldn't resist sucking your cock as you were about to pin her.

Another thump, which some part of your mind not clogged with pleasure realizes is Sam's free hand- you know, the one not currently on your cock- hitting the mat beside the two of you. Something tells you that should mean something, but is it really something you need to worry about right now, under these sexy circumstances?

Keep up the sixty-nine, or is there something else you should be doing?