Maggie decides to be merciful
From Torg Adventure
Maggie looks into your face neutrally. "I really should carry through with that. Part of me really wants nothing more than to beat the fuck out of you, and let your family deal with the broken mess I leave up here."
Then her expression softens. "Fortunately for you, it is just a part of me that wants this, and thanks to you I realize that it isn't all of me that wants it. So I guess you get off lucky. Hell, even the part of me that wants to fuck you up would still leave that cute little face of yours intact. And your cock."
It's looking good for you so far. "So that's the part that wants to beat me up. What about the rest of you?"
Maggie looks you up and down, as best she can with your bodies still joined. "The rest of me? It's... growing increasingly fond of you. It likes your face, and your cock too." She brings her hand up to your chest. "It appreciates this part the best, as sappy as that is."
Her gaze settles on your face. "You look a lot like our Dad. Yeah, I know you don't like to hear that, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. He certainly does all right with the ladies."
She looks down between your bodies, and moves back, letting you slide out of her. "As for the cock... well, I don't know if that looks like Dad's or not, thankfully. I guess it did well enough for him, although I never remember hearing my mom having as much fun with his as I have with yours."
"As for hearts," she continues. "Well, I don't think the bastard has one. My Mom's a cold-hearted bitch, so you must get your heart from your mom's side of the family."
"I'd say you turned out okay." You kiss her forehead.
Maggie laughs. "Hardly, Max. I think we've seen what a mess I am. I spent most of my life trying to please my Dad, and getting nowhere for it. Being all obedient and shit and trying to be a good soldier's daughter. Then joining up and trying to be the best soldier I could, just to try to make him happy." She pauses. "Then, once I realized that I was through with his bullshit, I started all of these plans. Plans to get me out of the military, and hopefully flip him the bird over the circumstances of my going."
You look her directly in the eyes. "There's no reason your plans can't go through as you originally planned. You can still get out of the military."
Maggie manages to look a little sheepish. "Well, here's the really messed up thing, Max. I got into the military to try to make Daddy happy. Then, I decided I was going to get out to piss him off. What I've never accounted for in that whole plan was what I wanted or needed for myself. Honestly, being in the military has probably been one of the best times I've ever had in my life. What made me want to leave was the knowledge that anything positive I did in my uniform only made our father look better, and as always, I ended up caring too much what he was thinking. Now that I don't really give a fuck about he wants me to be, I realize that I shouldn't lose out on this career unless it's me that actually wants out of it. And damnit, the people there need me."
"No baby, then?" You ask her, trying to hide the disappointment from your voice.
"I never said no baby, babe," Maggie smiles back at you. "Getting pregnant doesn't mean an automatic medical discharge. That would have taken some work, and pulling of strings." Maggie gets a thoughtful expression on her face. "What would be much easier would be to wrangle some desk work for a while, then take some maternity leave while our little brat is born."
Maggie rolls onto her back and looks down on her body. "Let's take this conversation to the shower, Max. We can only hole up in your room for so long without being rude to your family. But after that fuck-fest, we owe it to them and us to sneak in a quick shower." She scoots herself to the edge of the bed and stands up. "Come on, Max, move your lazy ass." She offers her hand to you, which you take, then you don't so much as stand up as get pulled to your feet. Maggie then starts walking to the door to the hallway, still bare-naked.
"Shouldn't we put some clothes on first?" You start looking around for whatever you did with at least your underwear.
Maggie shrugs. "We'd just have to take them off again when we get there." She chuckles. "Besides, I'm guessing after the last two rounds of sex, your family is just going to stay put downstairs until they're sure the show is over, and they don't have to risk being even closer to the action. I figure we got about another ten minutes to get back down there before they get the nerve to disperse."
That makes a certain amount of sense, so you follow Maggie when she walks naked out of your door, although you can't help looking up and down the hallway nervously as you go into the bathroom. Without hesitation, Maggie starts the shower up full-blast and gets in, then beckons for you to join her.
"Double-time, soldier," she says urgently. "Get the lead out!"
You hardly need too much incentive to hop into a shower with a beautiful naked woman, so you join her. Maggie is already soaping herself up. There's multiple bars of soap- generally a different bar for each of your sisters, for whatever special purposes they need them for- so you grab one and start soaping yourself up. You make a mental note to make sure you haven't left any pubic hairs behind on the soap this time. That never played out too well with your sisters in the past.
"So, yeah, the whole getting me pregnant thing is still a go," Maggie says, continuing where she left off while she washes herself quickly. "I figure we've got a good shot at having accomplished that task already. I'm thinking the military is still a go, too. I don't care so much about getting revenge on Dad anymore. Fuck him; he's an asshole. I'm not letting trying to either please him or piss him off decide my life anymore. I'm living my own fucking life."
She starts soaping up her tits now, apparently saving those for last. "Don't worry though, Max. That doesn't mean there won't be room for you in it, if that's what you want. I could use a positive male role presence in my life, for a change. And your presence in my bed would always be welcome, too." Then Maggie glances down then, at where the view of her naked, soapy body had been working it's magic on your cock.
"Bad Max!" Maggie says, playfully slapping your face. Playfully for her still means painfully hard, but you take it as a sign of Maggie's recent change of heart that it's not enough to knock you out or loosen any teeth. "There will be no sexy shower sister time right now. We need to save some of your strength for your sisters..."
"Sisters?" You repeat. The slap had had Maggie's desired effect of distracting you from her body. "We don't have to go through with trying to hook me up with my sisters, Maggie."
"Don't be so chickenshit, Max," Maggie tells you, turning towards the water to rinse off her chest. "That part of the plan doesn't need to change." She turns back to you. "I don't want it to change, and I'm guessing that even with all the incredible sex we're going to have in the future, you're still not completely opposed to boinking the sisters you actually grew up with."
She moves out from under the water, and guides you under it, helping you rinse the soap off. "Besides, being a military woman will mean I won't always be home, so you'll need a bed-warmer or three to keep you entertained when I can't be there. Hell, maybe even when I am there, if you play your cards right. And our kid should have some kids their age to grow up with, so you'll have to work on that as well."
She looks down then and sighs, then slaps your face again, a little more gently this time. "I told you to keep that guy under control, loverboy. Save it for your sisters." A playful look comes over her face. "'Course, it doesn't have to be your sisters, Max. Well, not those sisters, at least. It could be our sisters. The ones I grew up with, and you never met. I haven't told you much about them, I don't think. But they're both kinda cute, if a little useless. But easy pickings for us, if you wanted to create a harem."
"So, darling," she says gently, not saying that name ironically this time, although clearly unused to saying it, even if there is emotion and fondness behind it. "You don't need to decide between the two right now." She laughs. "And there's nothing really to say you have to choose one or the other, since you've already shown me before your approach to forced decisions. But we really should get some clothes back on and not keep your family waiting any longer. I do kind of want to see their faces after the show we put on for them."
Although your relationship with Maggie had changed in a big way recently, she was right. You did still want to have sex with your sisters, and try to impregnate them. And if you had other sisters on your father's side... well, the more the merrier. You wouldn't mind hearing about these other, long-lost sisters. Although maybe now wasn't the time, since as Maggie pointed out, you had family downstairs that were expecting an appearance at some point. And you did kind of want to see how they reacted when you and Maggie came back downstairs.
On the other hand... you had family right here, and right now. Maggie's slaps weren't enough to totally counteract the effect her wet, naked body was having on you. Maybe you could convince Maggie that some shower fun was called for, even if it did get in the way of her plans for your sisters?
Dry off, get dressed, and head downstairs? Sexy shower sister fun? Something else?
