Con le migliori intenzioni di Betsy - Racconti Erotici

Con le migliori intenzioni di Betsy

... believe you, Bets," she said. "What's your homework?""Rape prevention," Troy smirked, but I don't know why."What?" I looked at him. "Anyway, yeah, um, I'm supposed to practice the rape prevention stuff. Like if a guy grabs me and he wants to, you know, rape me or whatever? I'm supposed to like stomp on his foot and, uh, what else? Oh, sorta jab my elbow in his ribs and scratch his eyes out and all that. I'm supposed to blow my whistle too, except I can't remember if I'm supposed to blow it before I beat him up or afterwards, and...""Okay, okay," Mom said. "So what's your homework?""She's gotta get raped," Troy grinned at me."Shut-up! God! You're so ugly!" I rolled my eyes."Bets?" Mom was waiting."I'm not ugly," Troy frowned. "Who'd want to rape you anyway? Have you seen your hair?""What's wrong with my hair?" I asked him. "It's cool!""Bets?" Mom was still there."It looks like you went through a car wash," Troy said."That's the style!" I said and stuck my tongue out at him cause I knew my hair was cool. Shannon's sister said so."Betsy! What is your homework?" Mom finally demanded and that was pretty much what I was waiting for."Oh, um, I just gotta like practice fighting off a rapist," I shrugged."Practice fighting off a rapist?" She blinked at me."A girl like you shouldn't fight him off," Troy said. "You should send him a thank you note afterwards.""Shut-up!" I stared at my brother and he just smirked some more."What? I just don't wanna see you die a virgin, that's all," ...

... he said and my mom gave him a real dirty look."Maybe you should help your sister with her homework," Mom told him and Troy looked at my mom like she was crazy."Him?" I giggled. "I think rapists are supposed to be like sorta tough, Mom.""What's that mean?" he asked, feeling his manhood threatened, I was sure. He was so predictable."I mean you couldn't rape your way out of a paper bag," I said, still laughing at him and then I let my eyes go obviously down to his lap. "Besides, it's not like you got anything down there that a girl would be afraid of.""Bets," Mom warned me. "Be nice.""Oh yeah?" Troy had turned a little red, but we teased each other all the time anyway. "How would you know? You been sneaking peeks at me in the shower?""Get real!" I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Janey told me all about your little thingy.""She did?" That made Troy sit back."Of course!" I nodded. "She told everybody about it.""She told everybody what?" Mom asked suspiciously andshe didn't know about Troy and Janey."Just that when they were doing it she couldn't hardly feel a thing," I said lightly, as if it was the most casual sort of news in the world."She felt it!" Troy protested. "She told me she loved it!""What?" Mom stared at the boy like he was from Mars. "You've been having...Sex?""She told you she came too, didn't she?" I smirked cause it was my turn. "She just didn't want to hurt your feelings cause you got such a little dick.""Betsy!" Mom stared at me."Like adding insult to injury," I ...