"I wouldn't," said Lynette. "It just made me sick!" She squirmed nervously, still watching Betty's finger slide so easily into her cunt.

"It made you wet, that's what it did. I'll bet you it did. I'll bet you a double dare your cunt's just as wet as mine is now."

"I don't bet on silly thing like that," Lynette said, starting to get off the bed.

Betty was at her like a flash. She caught a handful of Lynette's long, red hair and dragged her down on the bed with her. She held her near-naked, grappling body and dug into her shorts. "I'll find out for myself if you're wet!" she yelled.

Betty was giggling while Lynette raged. After a short struggle, Betty finally got her fingers to Lynette's retreating wet cunt.

"I knew it was making you hot! I just knew it!" Betty exulted, fondling Lynette's dripping cunt.

"Betty, don't! That's enough! I can't stand it!" Lynette squealed, trying in vain to squirm from her cousin, and from the fingers that touched her and rubbed her as no other fingers ever had.

Betty had Lynette pinned down with the weight of her body. "Do you play with yourself?" she demanded to know. "Do you fingerfuck yourself while you think about TV stars?"

"Yes! All the time! Betty, stop it!"

"And did it get you got watching those two fuck?"

"Yes! My cunt got all wet and hot! But please don't touch my cunt any more!"

"And do you lose the double dare? Do you? Do you?"

"Yes! Yes, if you'll just let me up now!"

Betty rolled off of Lynette.

Lynette was relieved, but she didn't want to admit how good Betty's fingers had felt in her cunt. She was ashamed of herself for wanting still more of Betty's exciting touch. And Betty acted as if she was ready to provide Lynette with that. She was tugging down her shorts.

"W-What are you doing, Betty?"