Move to her bed
From Torg Adventure
You break the kiss and say, "As your husband, I think it's time to move into your bed. I'll move my stuff tomorrow."
A cloud crosses her face, but then she smiles back at you. "We can explain to the girls tomorrow. Maybe we can have a little ceremony?"
You grin down at her in the near darkness. "Of course. I can't wait for the honeymoon!" You both giggle.
As you both climb out of your bed, you think that Mom must have taken the end of the world and Dad's death very badly to accept you as her husband, but you aren't complaining. Her deeply-seated need to have a husband and make a baby must be overriding her incest taboo. You wonder what the girls will say about their new father, and what your new wife will say about making them wives too. You smile at the thought of all three of them at once. You're certainly going to be hard for your wife tonight.
You get to Mom and Dad's double bed, well, you and your wife's double bed, and she lifts the covers and gets in. You follow, putting out your arm for her to cuddle into you. She puts her head on your shoulder and holds you as you wrap an arm around her.
"Good night, my husband," she whispers to you and kisses your cheek.
"Good night, my wife," you say, finding her mouth and French kissing her. In minutes, you fall asleep, dreaming of being chased outside by feral mutant dogs.
What next?
