Sam wants more

From Torg Adventure

Sam remains under you, the once cold and emotionally hard sister now warm and soft beneath you. She's surprisingly cuddly for someone with such an athletic body. It conjures up ancient memories of a much younger Sam hugging you in rare affectionate and girly moments from her otherwise tomboyish childhood. As the two of you became older, and you would have minded much less your big sister's increasingly interesting body being pressed against yours, that contact generally came when Sam decided she wanted to practice a throw or hold on you, and often times without advance warning. Even under those circumstances, more often than not it was worth whatever punishment she put you through for those tantalizing seconds of contact with her body. If she knew how much you enjoyed those moments, the only further contact you likely would have received would have been with her fists.

Sam is looking up into your face with a bemused expression on her face. "Your mind is drifting again, Max," she observes.

Dwelling on memories of those relatively tame instances of physical contact with Sam seems kind of silly under the circumstances, so you force yourself back into the present with very little effort. "Sorry, I was just thinking a little too hard, I guess."

Sam smiles. "Well, don't exert yourself on that too much, Peewee," she says. The dreaded nickname she had for you, although the way she says it this time, and given the situation you're now in, you find that you don't mind so much. "And speaking of exertion... well, you've apparently been exerting yourself quite a bit lately. With Amy, with Mom..."

"And I just 'exerted' with you, too," you smirk. "And all over your chest, earlier."

Sam blushes a little at the first part of your statement, and even more at the second. "Yes, and I enjoyed both. Even the chest one, even though I tried to convince you and myself I didn't." She sighs a little. "That was wasteful though. I should have just let you do me then." She thinks for a second. "Actually, I should have just given myself to you when you beat me yesterday. Then I could have had you for myself." Another pause. "Well, at least I could have had you first. You and Mom and Amy probably were going to happen at some point."

She glances at you suddenly then as something occurs to her. "Lisa?"

"No," you tell her. Something in her voice makes you glad of the answer you can honestly give her. There was always that grudge of sorts between these two sisters.

Sam snorts, but gets a satisfied smile. "You mean 'Not yet'. At least I'm not the last one to jump on the Max bandwagon. I should have guessed based on how she was still teasing you this morning." Her smile turns more gleeful. "Lisa will be pissed- and jealous- when she finds out she's the only one not to sleep with you in our family."

Lisa, Amy and your mom aren't foremost in your mind at the moment. "Don't worry about them, Sam. Right now, it doesn't matter what I have or haven't done with them."

Sam looks at you shyly. "It does if you've used up all your strength having sex with them, and don't have any more left for me right now."

You like how she's suddenly more coy about sex now that you aren't actively fucking, although you suspect that will change once she gets more excited again. "I think I could exert myself a little bit more, although Mom and Amy could be back from the shower in a few minutes, if that's an issue for you. This is Amy's room, after all."

Sam strokes your hair gently. "First of all, when have you known any of us girls to take a shower that didn't run excessively long." She kisses you on the lips, gently. "Secondly, we both know what they're likely doing in there right now. With each other. The hot water will probably give out before they do." She kisses you again, more passionately. "And thirdly, I did tell you earlier that thinking about them watching us made me hot." She blushes again. "While I don't think that they're likely to walk in on us unless we take a very long time, it wouldn't be the end of the world if they did." She laughs self-consciously then. "Well, I say that now. I can't guarantee what would happen if I hear that door open. Don't underestimate the time it would take me to get out from under you and back in that closet. Although if nothing else, I think I definitely could definitely work my way up towards putting on a show for them." Her arms go around your shoulders sensually, and a little possessively. "Maybe a lot of work. A lot of hot, sweaty work, involving the two of us in bed, and likely other locations."

"Mmm..." you muse, putting your arms tighter around Sam as well. "With all that work ahead of us, we should really get started as soon as possible."

"Definitely," comes Sam's sexy response.

"Like, very soon."

"I'd say immediately, actually," Sam purrs.

"That soon?" You tease her. "Because I was thinking I should get some food or something first. You know, build up the stamina."

Sam sighs with mock exasperation, then bites her lip, smiling impishly. "Max, just shut up and... well, start fucking me again."

"Swearing, Sam? That's not like you." The teasing continues, but the fucking also starts.

"I've been doing a lot of new things recently, if you haven't noticed." Sam's eyes close as she takes a moment to focus on the feel of your cock moving in her. And it's not like I didn't say some pretty naughty things the last time we... fucked." She gets the word out with an effort.

"Then you went shy again once you got what you wanted from me," you teasingly accuse her.

You looks at you in mock outrage. "What I wanted from you? You ungrateful ass, PeeWee! You wanted that just as bad as I did!" The faux outrage disappears from her voice. "And I guess I get a little less... inhibited once my libido gets going." She closes her eyes again and takes in a deep breath of air. "Like it's starting to do right now." She shifts her body under you, giving your cock better access. "So you can expect more swearing very shortly. And probably talk about Mom and Amy watching. And really insane stuff like you... doing dangerous things with your cum. Like where you leave it."

"You don't want me to put it it where I left it last time?" You ask her.

On cue, Sam blushes again. "I know I shouldn't want that. I should want you to use protection. I did want that, actually, right up until I was watching you from the closet, and saw how much Amy seemed to like it. And the talk about... babies, and being pregnant." She sighs. "God help me, Max. It just seemed so right at the moment when we were first doing it to let it happen. I still feel a bit of that, although there's still some of the 'Sam, girl, what the hell are you thinking?' going on too. But it sounds like Mom and Amy are already on board with the Max breeding project... and Mom always wanted me more involved in family activities..."

What next?