Nancy stumbles into the room
From Torg Adventure
Your heart skips a beat as Nancy hops into the room on one bare foot, her head down as she removes a shoe from one foot. The other heel is in her other hand.
"Okay, I'm here," she says, the newly removed shoe clutched in her hand as she straightens up. "I- what the fuck?" One of her shoes drops from her hand, hitting the floor with a solid thunk.
Nancy's face turns pale, or at least as pale as it can get when she's had two daiquiris. A look of shock and disbelief spreads over her face.
The momentary hope that Nancy was here to join in the fun was dashed by her words, actions, and appearance. You realize that this must look bad, what with you and Gwen naked, and your dick hilt deep in her pussy.
"Uh, Nancy," you manage to stammer. "What are you doing here?"
"Gwen asked me to come up," Nancy says weakly. "She wanted me to play with you two." The other shoe drops from her hand, just as loudly. Then she seems to compose herself. "What the fuck are you doing to my sister, Max?"
Gwen finally speaks. "We're making babies, Nancy." She holds the doll aloft for emphasis. "Do you want one too?"
Nancy loses her newfound composure. "What?" A confused expression comes over her face. She looks around for a moment, then kneels down to pick up one of her shoes. She straightens up, then drops the shoe, for dramatic emphasis.
"Max and I are making babies," Gwen repeats, slower this time. "He can make one in you too, if you'd like."
"You're too young to have a baby, Gwen," Nancy protests. Like everyone in her family, her first thought is about Gwen being the baby of the family.
"I'm eighteen, and only one year younger than you," Gwen counters. "And you were saying after dinner how much you wanted a baby." She looks back at you, where you are still impaling her pussy. You've been too paralyzed with... something to have the clarity of thought that maybe you should take your penis out of her.
"Not with Max!" Nancy looks at you, then tries to avoid looking at how your and Gwen's bodies are obscenely joined. She finally has to turn her entire body so she doesn't have to look at the two of you.
"Why not Max?" Gwen counters. "He's here, right now. I know he's willing to have sex with you. And he's a wonderful guy."
"But he's my cousin!" Nancy retorts. "And your cousin, too," she says loudly, turning back to look at Gwen. Meaning she has to see your two joined bodies again. Blushing, she turns away.
"Nancy, could you shut the door, please?" Gwen asks, her voice innocent again.
Nancy glances at the door. "Oh, right. Sorry." She takes a few steps over, closes the door, then goes back to where she was standing. You see a look of puzzlement come over what you can see of her face. "Where were we again?" Nancy was actually pretty smart, but you wouldn't know it from moments like this. She didn't handle stressful situations well, and the daiquiris likely weren't helping either.
"You were saying that Max was your cousin, and my cousin, too," Gwen prompts.
"Yeah, that!" Nancy says earnestly. "I can't have a baby with him, and you shouldn't either."
"Well, I'm going to," Gwen says stubbornly. "And one of Max's own sisters is going to, as well."
Nancy's face turns a little towards the two of you in shock. Then she looks back at her fallen shoes, clearly contemplating going back over there to pick up one and then drop one again. Apparently that would have been overkill in her mind though.
Nancy again fights for some composure. "Well, we can't help what Lisa does with Max-"
"It's not Lisa," Gwen interrupts.
Nancy again looks shocked, turning more towards the two of you, even if she can see your two bodies better now. "Really? I always thought that if one of us girls ever had sex with Max, it would be Lisa." Her tone changes slightly. It's like she's discussing some juicy bit now, instead of a twisted family secret.
"No, not Lisa," Gwen repeats. "At least, not yet."
"Then who?" Nancy is clearly curious.
"Sam." Gwen clearly enjoys being the one to share all of this knowledge with her sister, and also appears to like her reactions as Nancy gasps. "And she's gotten a head start on the both of us. There's a good chance her baby will come first."
"It's not a race," Nancy says weakly, echoing the sentiments expressed to her earlier that evening.
"Sure it's not," Gwen says, the tone of her voice saying that she didn't believe Nancy any more than Nancy seemed to believe herself. "I mean, Sam probably wanted to get pregnant much more than you do, and it won't matter if she's the first one of our generation to have a baby in the family."
Nancy turns to face Gwen fully now, apparently having built up a tolerance to the x-rated scene in front of her. "No one in this family wants a baby as much as I do. And to have one after Sam? She doesn't even date."
"Or you could be the one to have her baby after you baby sister does," Gwen continues, chipping away at Nancy's defenses. "You'll be an aunt long before you'll be a mother."
Nancy gestures at you with her hand. "It doesn't have to be Max, though. "I'll bet I know any number of boys my age who would love to come over here right now and impregnate poor little virgin Nancy."
"I know how much you want a baby, sissy," Gwen says insidiously, "Bad enough where you would have already have done it if you thought any of those boys could be good fathers. Or even good genetic stock."
"I want to give my baby the best chance I can," Nancy admits. "But there's got to be better options then him out there.
"But Max is right here, right now, and quite a catch." Gwen argues, looking back at you. "He could be fucking you in a half a minute, if you wanted, and you could be potentially pregnant ten, maybe twenty minutes after that."
"And it's not like it will just be me and Sam getting knocked up," Gwen insists. "Like you said, Lisa will be an easy target, and peer pressure should win over Amy. You'll be the only one *not* getting fucked my Max, and not carrying one of his babies. You'll be the last in this family to become a mother." Gwen then regards Nancy more closely. "Maybe you won't ever get pregnant. You're all little miss social when you're with the family, but I'll bet that you're much shyer with other people than you're letting on.
Nancy blushes as most of Gwen's words score home. "Other people... especially men... are so intimidating. I... I don't always know how to be myself around them."
"You're not that way around Max," Gwen says helpfully.
"That's different," Nancy snaps. He's a guy I geew up with for most of the my life. He's the only guy I can really feel conformable with.
"Well then, get real comfortable with him and make a baby!" Gwen urges passionately.
What now?
